Yesterday sucked... and ruled
Started off my day by rolling out of bed, calling Holly, making plans, and then going out. We drove around, got some food, made out, and then she drove me to work.
I told her to wait for like 5 minutes so I could see if they were actually going to need me. They always schedule too many staff and its usually me who goes home when that happens. I go up to my boss and ask. His reply?
"I don't want to hear that kind of talk! You come here expecting to work every day, no exceptions. If I scheduled you, its because I need you here."
I guess that's reasonable.
So I can tell he's in a mood, so while I'm setting up my bar, I borrow the DJ's phone, and as soon as I can get to the back room to get ice, I call Holly and tell her I'm stuck for the night.
Fast forward about 10 minutes. Boss comes up to me flipping out as I'm going into the cooler to get liquor for my bar.
"I find out you left your garbage laying around my bar again, you won't ever set foot on Canadinns property. If you think I'm kidding, just test me."
The "garbage" he's talking about is my dinner which I put in the back, out of sight and out of everyone's way. It wasn't cheap, and I wasn't happy. Seeing it sitting in a trash can while he mouthed off made it a little bit worse. This piece of shit doesn't pay me enough that I can just toss my dinner out and buy something later. Oh well, at least I'm working, and will make some cash in tips, and add to my cheque a bit, right?
Fast forward an hour. Jordan, my bartender, comes up to me: "Joe says we're not opening. Take'r down." MOTHERFUCK! Why do these pricks have to waste my fucking time?
I was so pissed. undescribably pissed. I called Holly, and we resumed our date. Much more making out... we decided to just pick up where we left off, and it made it all better.
Until next time
I told her to wait for like 5 minutes so I could see if they were actually going to need me. They always schedule too many staff and its usually me who goes home when that happens. I go up to my boss and ask. His reply?
"I don't want to hear that kind of talk! You come here expecting to work every day, no exceptions. If I scheduled you, its because I need you here."
I guess that's reasonable.
So I can tell he's in a mood, so while I'm setting up my bar, I borrow the DJ's phone, and as soon as I can get to the back room to get ice, I call Holly and tell her I'm stuck for the night.
Fast forward about 10 minutes. Boss comes up to me flipping out as I'm going into the cooler to get liquor for my bar.
"I find out you left your garbage laying around my bar again, you won't ever set foot on Canadinns property. If you think I'm kidding, just test me."
The "garbage" he's talking about is my dinner which I put in the back, out of sight and out of everyone's way. It wasn't cheap, and I wasn't happy. Seeing it sitting in a trash can while he mouthed off made it a little bit worse. This piece of shit doesn't pay me enough that I can just toss my dinner out and buy something later. Oh well, at least I'm working, and will make some cash in tips, and add to my cheque a bit, right?
Fast forward an hour. Jordan, my bartender, comes up to me: "Joe says we're not opening. Take'r down." MOTHERFUCK! Why do these pricks have to waste my fucking time?
I was so pissed. undescribably pissed. I called Holly, and we resumed our date. Much more making out... we decided to just pick up where we left off, and it made it all better.
Until next time