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alright, so...
i went in to work at 10 this morning, after working all day yesterday. worked with Harriet (who is a senior in high school and very nice and works well/hard) until about 1, then was effectivly working by myself for six hours. i did everything, except for maybe ten people the entire afternoon, i rang up every customer, served them, cleaned up after them, and washed their fucking dishes. we closed on time (thank gods) and then i spent the next half hour doing everything i thought needed to be done to close, and i remembered almost everything. did it all, then mopped the floor in the back. i said, audibly to my boss, i'm going to mop the floor, and then i have to leave because i'm meeting people at 7 (which apparently got cancelled, something i did not find out about until i got home). he said, okay, and then once i was done mopping he said, oh, you didn't wipe this table, or this counter, or do this, or do that. and i was like, fine i'll do it and as soon as i finished it i picked up my shit and bolted and i said goodbye and he gave me this sappy sad "see you later" like he was mad at me for not staying later to help him do things that 1) he was capable of doing and 2) i shouldn't have had to do because he didn't do anything all fucking day.
i am gathering that my bosses don't actually want to be working ever. they don't understand that when you only employ four people, one of whom only works for like, 6 hours on weekends and one of whom is SUPPOSED to be part time, that you will have to work. part of owning and managing a business is picking up the slack. if you want something done, you've got to do it yourself. even if you don't want to do it, you have to do it, if that's the way you want it done. or you hire someone to do it. but you can't expect me to work for nine hours without a break and then stay and do more.
i have worked at my job for one week. i've already clocked 32 hours. plus 19 credit hours. this is insane. i am going to kill myself by the end of the semester. but if not, i'll at least have enough money to live semi-comfortably for the next couple months. i mean, i won't have time to spend the money, but hey. at least i'll have it. what total bullshit.
i am burnt out. can't you tell?
i went in to work at 10 this morning, after working all day yesterday. worked with Harriet (who is a senior in high school and very nice and works well/hard) until about 1, then was effectivly working by myself for six hours. i did everything, except for maybe ten people the entire afternoon, i rang up every customer, served them, cleaned up after them, and washed their fucking dishes. we closed on time (thank gods) and then i spent the next half hour doing everything i thought needed to be done to close, and i remembered almost everything. did it all, then mopped the floor in the back. i said, audibly to my boss, i'm going to mop the floor, and then i have to leave because i'm meeting people at 7 (which apparently got cancelled, something i did not find out about until i got home). he said, okay, and then once i was done mopping he said, oh, you didn't wipe this table, or this counter, or do this, or do that. and i was like, fine i'll do it and as soon as i finished it i picked up my shit and bolted and i said goodbye and he gave me this sappy sad "see you later" like he was mad at me for not staying later to help him do things that 1) he was capable of doing and 2) i shouldn't have had to do because he didn't do anything all fucking day.
i am gathering that my bosses don't actually want to be working ever. they don't understand that when you only employ four people, one of whom only works for like, 6 hours on weekends and one of whom is SUPPOSED to be part time, that you will have to work. part of owning and managing a business is picking up the slack. if you want something done, you've got to do it yourself. even if you don't want to do it, you have to do it, if that's the way you want it done. or you hire someone to do it. but you can't expect me to work for nine hours without a break and then stay and do more.
i have worked at my job for one week. i've already clocked 32 hours. plus 19 credit hours. this is insane. i am going to kill myself by the end of the semester. but if not, i'll at least have enough money to live semi-comfortably for the next couple months. i mean, i won't have time to spend the money, but hey. at least i'll have it. what total bullshit.
i am burnt out. can't you tell?