WOOOOOOOOOO!
That was the police siren to warn everybody...you have a REBEL on your hands! Yep, that's right. I am a juvenile delinquent. OK, not really juvenile. But delinquent nonetheless. So guess who got "written up" and had to have "performance counseling" tonight. Yup. Yours truly. According to our newest assistant manager (who, by the way, is just a real pain in the ass...he makes James look SLACK), I "neglected responsibilities and exhibited behavior that was unfit for a Red Lobster crewmember" and that "further action of this nature would lead to termination." And what, pray tell, did I do? I cussed. In the kitchen. Yep, that's right. New Year's Eve, a horribly busy night in which our food was running WAY slow, an appetizer of mine took almost an hour to come out...and I said "fuck."
*blinks*
Now, I don't know how many times I've seen people come into work 30-45 min. late. Or drunk. . Or totally stoned. Or jacked up on enough coke to kill a horse. But I get written up for cussing. Oh, and apparently the table complained about the service...because the cooks lost their ticket and never made their appetizer...and this is MY fault why?...right. I don't want to waste energy being mad about this, but give me a fucking BREAK. He didn't even yell at me all that much for the guest complaining. The fact that I cussed apparently is momentous. Because nobody EVER cusses...in a restaurant kitchen...
Dude. To quote Rick Moranis in Spaceballs, "I knew it--I'm surrounded by assholes!"
Moving on.
New Years Eve was pretty uneventful. Had a hellish night at work, like I said, the food was coming out SO FUCKING SLOW, and of course the customers all blame it on the waiter/waitress, so tips were SHIT. Then we had big parties being really loud and mean. And I wound up having to CLOSE w/Jenny. So we didn't leave till 11:45. Went over to O'Charleys in time for the ball to drop, there was nobody there so we left. Then went to Boardwalk Billy's. Ran into a couple friends from high school, talked to them for a bit, had a drink, some ex-boyfriend of Jenny's invited us over to his place. So went over there, hung out w/him and his friends, smoked a teeny bit of weed, drank a couple beers, watched tv, and went home. Heheh, but one of em was pretty cute...Dustin. Hrrm. Jenny says he's single. Supposedly she's gonna see if him and some of the other guys want to come bowling w/us tomorrow night.
Oh, and now the work rumor mill has started on ME, apparently since I went out w/Ryan and Cristine a week or so ago, people thought I hooked up w/Ryan?...Um, no. Hate to burst anyone's bubble, but...no. Ah, and everybody also knows that Thomas tried to be all romantic and shit with me that night before Christmas. Well everybody except his retAHded girlfriend. I'm just not even gonna GO there.
Anywho, I'm gonna go beddy-bye. Hair appt. in the morning. YAY!
*blinks*
Now, I don't know how many times I've seen people come into work 30-45 min. late. Or drunk. . Or totally stoned. Or jacked up on enough coke to kill a horse. But I get written up for cussing. Oh, and apparently the table complained about the service...because the cooks lost their ticket and never made their appetizer...and this is MY fault why?...right. I don't want to waste energy being mad about this, but give me a fucking BREAK. He didn't even yell at me all that much for the guest complaining. The fact that I cussed apparently is momentous. Because nobody EVER cusses...in a restaurant kitchen...
Dude. To quote Rick Moranis in Spaceballs, "I knew it--I'm surrounded by assholes!"
Moving on.
New Years Eve was pretty uneventful. Had a hellish night at work, like I said, the food was coming out SO FUCKING SLOW, and of course the customers all blame it on the waiter/waitress, so tips were SHIT. Then we had big parties being really loud and mean. And I wound up having to CLOSE w/Jenny. So we didn't leave till 11:45. Went over to O'Charleys in time for the ball to drop, there was nobody there so we left. Then went to Boardwalk Billy's. Ran into a couple friends from high school, talked to them for a bit, had a drink, some ex-boyfriend of Jenny's invited us over to his place. So went over there, hung out w/him and his friends, smoked a teeny bit of weed, drank a couple beers, watched tv, and went home. Heheh, but one of em was pretty cute...Dustin. Hrrm. Jenny says he's single. Supposedly she's gonna see if him and some of the other guys want to come bowling w/us tomorrow night.
Oh, and now the work rumor mill has started on ME, apparently since I went out w/Ryan and Cristine a week or so ago, people thought I hooked up w/Ryan?...Um, no. Hate to burst anyone's bubble, but...no. Ah, and everybody also knows that Thomas tried to be all romantic and shit with me that night before Christmas. Well everybody except his retAHded girlfriend. I'm just not even gonna GO there.
Anywho, I'm gonna go beddy-bye. Hair appt. in the morning. YAY!