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it's 8am; i'm still in my unmentionables, sitting at home.
this hasn't occurred in maybe 6 months.
because my job is ghey, I've been given a day off.
yesterday being one of the worst even,
John (district manager) stormed up to me in his grease stained shirt and asked "do you want to take the piercing from your face or be taken off the schedule... permanently?"
i continued pouring sugar into a shaker, and said "let me think about it."
apparently everything i say is afflicted with this condescending/smart-alec tone.
everyone was wary of me when i first started there, thinking anything i said was in mockery of them.
i'd have to clarify in such ways as, "no dude, i really do need you to bake a waffle."
so, honestly, i did want to think about whether i wanted to continue working there.
John got upset, and
(according to the reports of my co-workers/ Canty who happened to be sitting at the high counter)
i can understand the problems of having a facial piercing and being a waitress (though no customer was ever offended by it),
i can't understand why a coworker was penalized for having "neat and clean" natural length nails, etc.
i pointed out why My Face (and other physical aspects of only the waitresses) was a top Waffle House Priority, when the fucking cooks (two managers + the regional manager on this particular day) can't even remember what type of toast to put on a plate.
or they refused to cook all 5 orders of food i had.
if you're going to do this to a waitress, at least make sure her section of customers isn't directly FACING THE MOTHERFUCKING GRILL and in clear view of your scheming.
afterward, i tried to push all of my customers to have a riot and demand their meals, 45 minutes late, be free.
i feel that since i do my job considerably well, maybe the company's attention should go to the multitudes that don't, instead if an undetectable part of my face covered by side swept bangs and a clear bandaid.
and of course, i also pulled the race card frequently throughout the confrontation.
alas.
i have a whole day free.
no sleazy waitressing job, no classes.
while i can't force myself to sleep past 9am anymore, i'll be sure to effectively use the day by carelessly wasting income and buying alcohol, clothes, etc.
call/join, plz.
i'll be seeing Cold on October 21st.
so far i'll be attending alone and perhaps Marystasia will join.
i think unbalancetheair should attend too, since i haven't actually seen her in over 2 years.
this hasn't occurred in maybe 6 months.
because my job is ghey, I've been given a day off.
yesterday being one of the worst even,
John (district manager) stormed up to me in his grease stained shirt and asked "do you want to take the piercing from your face or be taken off the schedule... permanently?"
i continued pouring sugar into a shaker, and said "let me think about it."
apparently everything i say is afflicted with this condescending/smart-alec tone.
everyone was wary of me when i first started there, thinking anything i said was in mockery of them.
i'd have to clarify in such ways as, "no dude, i really do need you to bake a waffle."
so, honestly, i did want to think about whether i wanted to continue working there.
John got upset, and
(according to the reports of my co-workers/ Canty who happened to be sitting at the high counter)
i can understand the problems of having a facial piercing and being a waitress (though no customer was ever offended by it),
i can't understand why a coworker was penalized for having "neat and clean" natural length nails, etc.
i pointed out why My Face (and other physical aspects of only the waitresses) was a top Waffle House Priority, when the fucking cooks (two managers + the regional manager on this particular day) can't even remember what type of toast to put on a plate.
or they refused to cook all 5 orders of food i had.
if you're going to do this to a waitress, at least make sure her section of customers isn't directly FACING THE MOTHERFUCKING GRILL and in clear view of your scheming.
afterward, i tried to push all of my customers to have a riot and demand their meals, 45 minutes late, be free.
i feel that since i do my job considerably well, maybe the company's attention should go to the multitudes that don't, instead if an undetectable part of my face covered by side swept bangs and a clear bandaid.
and of course, i also pulled the race card frequently throughout the confrontation.
alas.
i have a whole day free.
no sleazy waitressing job, no classes.
while i can't force myself to sleep past 9am anymore, i'll be sure to effectively use the day by carelessly wasting income and buying alcohol, clothes, etc.
call/join, plz.
i'll be seeing Cold on October 21st.
so far i'll be attending alone and perhaps Marystasia will join.
i think unbalancetheair should attend too, since i haven't actually seen her in over 2 years.