4 months later...
It's been a while since I last wrote anything. I did start school, taking a full load. Then I got stuck on jury duty. Missed some classes, ended up dropping math. Everything else is going well school-wise.
Work is work. I love my job, I hate that restaurant. It has all the procedures and policies in place to basically run itself, but team morale makes such a huge difference. Management doesn't care, they keep hiring r-tards and we are always running out of shit. Oh, no sorry we don't have that beer today, that box for your leftovers, no coke, no lemons, that entree today. It gets old. The kitchen people either don't get or don't care that our money depends on them. Taking 30 minutes to cook a 5 minute dish... oh no biggie, their check doesn't depend on it. Well assholes, I don't get a fucking check at all because the $2.13 I make an hour barely pays my taxes. That 30 minute ticket I had to fight with you about? You know, where I was yelling through the kitchen at you to just make my fucking food already? Yeah.... that $100 plus table left me a whole $5. I can give the best service possible, but it really doesn't count for much if the food comes out cold or burnt, or doesn't come out at all. Oh, that appetizer... yeah sorry that it came out after your food. I don't know what the hell my kitchen people are doing. I tell my tables the truth... sorry guys, we don't have that because our managers can't count properly and didn't order enough. Your food came out looking like shit because one dish was done 20 minutes before the other one and just sat around under the heat lamps while some asshole that should have been cooking for you was outside smoking, wandering around the kitchen or who knows what. Arg. I'll quit now. So much more I could say, but that english paper is waiting to be written.
Before I go though, I'd just like to say to the jerks who broke in to my car and stole my purse, backpack and ipod- fuck you all.
Work is work. I love my job, I hate that restaurant. It has all the procedures and policies in place to basically run itself, but team morale makes such a huge difference. Management doesn't care, they keep hiring r-tards and we are always running out of shit. Oh, no sorry we don't have that beer today, that box for your leftovers, no coke, no lemons, that entree today. It gets old. The kitchen people either don't get or don't care that our money depends on them. Taking 30 minutes to cook a 5 minute dish... oh no biggie, their check doesn't depend on it. Well assholes, I don't get a fucking check at all because the $2.13 I make an hour barely pays my taxes. That 30 minute ticket I had to fight with you about? You know, where I was yelling through the kitchen at you to just make my fucking food already? Yeah.... that $100 plus table left me a whole $5. I can give the best service possible, but it really doesn't count for much if the food comes out cold or burnt, or doesn't come out at all. Oh, that appetizer... yeah sorry that it came out after your food. I don't know what the hell my kitchen people are doing. I tell my tables the truth... sorry guys, we don't have that because our managers can't count properly and didn't order enough. Your food came out looking like shit because one dish was done 20 minutes before the other one and just sat around under the heat lamps while some asshole that should have been cooking for you was outside smoking, wandering around the kitchen or who knows what. Arg. I'll quit now. So much more I could say, but that english paper is waiting to be written.
Before I go though, I'd just like to say to the jerks who broke in to my car and stole my purse, backpack and ipod- fuck you all.