What's been going on...
So, I have been really stressed out lately. I know that I shouldn't be, but it seems like when it rains in my life, it pours.
First, let's talk about work. I am managing a restaurant that took "almost" 2 weeks to have their garbage dumpster emptied. Apparantly the excuse was that their normal driver was on vacation. So, aside from the overwhelming smell of hot mess from the back of my store, which wafts right into the drive-thru lane, the unsightly flies, maggots, and birds all over the garbage make for a pleasant day at work.
To make work somewhat more difficult, try doing this:
The direction of our company is to cut costs and increase profits so that we can make good to our shareholders. They want us to do 110% of work with only 95% of the staffing. We are not allowed to staff our restaurants at 100% which means we are already setting ourselves up to fail. Also, they want us to do inventories twice a day, plus do our normal duties we were supposed to do anyways such as updating the cooking schedule every hour, checking staffing guidelines, and doing big tile management. We are not able to do Big Tile management because managers are required to hold a station. Well, all of us but Jeff. I'm not sure how it is when I'm not there, but I do know he never will wear a headset to help out in drive-thru. I also know that when ever I work, or anyone for that matter, he takes the "backup" position, which is away from customers. From all my years at McDonalds, I always thought managers were to be visible at all times. Maybe I'm wrong...
On a personal level, my room mate still hates me. He insists on making sure that his friend "the original" thinks that I am jealous of him, which I'm not. Let's put it into perspective. His friend has a used car that may seem nice because it is a jaguar, but I would rather have my car any day. I worked really hard to get it and I really earned it. I feel like my car is my life, and I don't even want to trade it in, I love my car. Secondly, Chuck has told "the original" that I am jealous because he is friends with the other Chuck and not me. Well, obviously that's not true either because I have never asked either of them for his screen name and I sure as hell did not ask for his phone number. Why would I want to be friends with an emotionally unstable, suicide-attempting, shallow person whom never seems happy unless he is pointing out the faults of others. Jeffrey is very fake to me and it hurts me. He is the only person that I really care about, or would be upset about. It cracks me up because Chuck thinks that I want to be with all of his friends but I really don't. I am glad that he still talks to Heather. After I read/heard all the things she was emailing about me to Maria even about the other Chuck, or for all the things that were repeated back to me from the Staff at Fox Creek that she said, I really don't have time for that. It kills me because I really thought Heather cared about me. She told me to drop people who bring me down, but I didn't think that secretly she was bringing me down to other people.
On a positive note Chuck did help out with the barbecue the other day and it was a great success. Good job Chuck. And he did organize, purchase, and help me set up the Bingo night. It was important though, that both Jeffrey and "the Original" were onhand as well to do the event. Jeffrey called numbers, but didn't want to clean up and "the original" was really sad again and went outside for a little while to talk on the phone and then talk to Tim, the pool-boi. They talked about going out to dinner and said things about "olive garden" and that "...even Chuck likes Olive Garden" referring to me. They said they were going to dinner, but I wasn't invited. I am glad that I didn't go because I know for a fact that if I went, I wouldn't have been any happier. Best part is, I went to my parents and had Olive Garden there. Yay!
Financially, I am getting by, but barely. My phone broke and now I can't use it. I can't afford a new one yet, but hopefully soon, I can. My sister leaves this week for basic and I know I will miss her a lot. And, strangely enough, I am closer to my parents then I have ever been before. I guess my mood is changing from irritated to relieved because in reading what I have just written I know that although I do have friends that don't like me anymore (Josh... Anton... Justin...Nate...)I still have my family, and that without them, then I would really be alone.
First, let's talk about work. I am managing a restaurant that took "almost" 2 weeks to have their garbage dumpster emptied. Apparantly the excuse was that their normal driver was on vacation. So, aside from the overwhelming smell of hot mess from the back of my store, which wafts right into the drive-thru lane, the unsightly flies, maggots, and birds all over the garbage make for a pleasant day at work.
To make work somewhat more difficult, try doing this:
The direction of our company is to cut costs and increase profits so that we can make good to our shareholders. They want us to do 110% of work with only 95% of the staffing. We are not allowed to staff our restaurants at 100% which means we are already setting ourselves up to fail. Also, they want us to do inventories twice a day, plus do our normal duties we were supposed to do anyways such as updating the cooking schedule every hour, checking staffing guidelines, and doing big tile management. We are not able to do Big Tile management because managers are required to hold a station. Well, all of us but Jeff. I'm not sure how it is when I'm not there, but I do know he never will wear a headset to help out in drive-thru. I also know that when ever I work, or anyone for that matter, he takes the "backup" position, which is away from customers. From all my years at McDonalds, I always thought managers were to be visible at all times. Maybe I'm wrong...
On a personal level, my room mate still hates me. He insists on making sure that his friend "the original" thinks that I am jealous of him, which I'm not. Let's put it into perspective. His friend has a used car that may seem nice because it is a jaguar, but I would rather have my car any day. I worked really hard to get it and I really earned it. I feel like my car is my life, and I don't even want to trade it in, I love my car. Secondly, Chuck has told "the original" that I am jealous because he is friends with the other Chuck and not me. Well, obviously that's not true either because I have never asked either of them for his screen name and I sure as hell did not ask for his phone number. Why would I want to be friends with an emotionally unstable, suicide-attempting, shallow person whom never seems happy unless he is pointing out the faults of others. Jeffrey is very fake to me and it hurts me. He is the only person that I really care about, or would be upset about. It cracks me up because Chuck thinks that I want to be with all of his friends but I really don't. I am glad that he still talks to Heather. After I read/heard all the things she was emailing about me to Maria even about the other Chuck, or for all the things that were repeated back to me from the Staff at Fox Creek that she said, I really don't have time for that. It kills me because I really thought Heather cared about me. She told me to drop people who bring me down, but I didn't think that secretly she was bringing me down to other people.
On a positive note Chuck did help out with the barbecue the other day and it was a great success. Good job Chuck. And he did organize, purchase, and help me set up the Bingo night. It was important though, that both Jeffrey and "the Original" were onhand as well to do the event. Jeffrey called numbers, but didn't want to clean up and "the original" was really sad again and went outside for a little while to talk on the phone and then talk to Tim, the pool-boi. They talked about going out to dinner and said things about "olive garden" and that "...even Chuck likes Olive Garden" referring to me. They said they were going to dinner, but I wasn't invited. I am glad that I didn't go because I know for a fact that if I went, I wouldn't have been any happier. Best part is, I went to my parents and had Olive Garden there. Yay!
Financially, I am getting by, but barely. My phone broke and now I can't use it. I can't afford a new one yet, but hopefully soon, I can. My sister leaves this week for basic and I know I will miss her a lot. And, strangely enough, I am closer to my parents then I have ever been before. I guess my mood is changing from irritated to relieved because in reading what I have just written I know that although I do have friends that don't like me anymore (Josh... Anton... Justin...Nate...)I still have my family, and that without them, then I would really be alone.