Fuck the O.G...a rant...
I'm so going to quit the Olive Garden tomorrow. It's all fucking bull shit. I talked to my general manager about some things about a month ago...those things being that if they're going to make a rule that the To-Go doesn't have to close on Mon-Thurs, then they should keep to that...not fucking make them stay because you can't handle your shit. The same day I talked to my G.M., I applied--and got a job--at Johnny Carino's and they said they were willing to take me on but, in fairness to the O.G., I told them that I would talk to my general manager and give the O.G. a week to shape up and that I would let them know if I still wanted to take the job. A fucking month later, I'm still there. But fucking Brant can't seem to do his own fucking job by him-fucking-self and instead picks out certain people that are hard workers and fucking uses them to do HIS fucking job for him. I asked Brant if I would be closing tonight and when he said "No", I should have fucking known better. I should have been out of there by 8:30 tonight...but, no...fucking Brant can't handle any of his management responsibilities by himself so he choses to exploit those who he knows he can walk all over...and who better than his friends...the people who fucking trust him to take care of them. This girl, Melissa, and myself were promised raises from Brant--under the table, so to speak...he didn't even clear it with our G.M...fucking douche bag--to "help him watch over the alley", but did that happen? No. His excuse being that we "flaked out on him" even after we continued to be hard workers and watch the window for dying food...make sure people were using the red lined bowl for making salads...closing down the alley at night so the salad girl could go home, thus saving labor. No raise for all that. And now, I'm taking this goddamn May-mester course in French 2 which is from 8am-12pm...I have an ass ton of studying and homework to do...I have a test once every 2 goddamn days...I don't want to be at fucking work until fucking midnight because Brant can never seem to get his shit together. Especially on a Mon-Thurs night...it's completely unnecessary to keep me--or any To-Go, for that matter--on for that long. And it's not just the To-Go's...he always keeps the servers on too long...he always keeps the production people on too long...he's just fucking stupid and thinks that he's carrying the whole fucking restaurant on his shoulders so he takes on more than he can handle and then wants to cry when he "needs help". Fucking stupid ass, douche bag. He should learn not to walk all over the people who know his dirty little secrets.
~Roanna
~Roanna