toxic pitas
Those of you who don't want to hear me rant about Pita Pit may leave now.
This is my schedule:
Thursday I worked from 1:30 till 8.
Friday I worked from 11 till 8.
Today I worked from 12 till 8.
Tomorrow I work from 12 till 8.
FUCKING DOUBLE SHIFTS EVERY FUCKING DAY MAKE SARAH WANT TO KILL HERSELF.
I could work 8-4, in fact, that's what I REQUESTED. But that's ONE shift. That's not lunch rush and then shift change at four and then ANOTHER shift with dinner rush included afterwards.
That place is toxic. Working there is okay, but I don't want to fucking live there. Our general manager doesn't know how to do his job; he doesn't even know how to work the till! I'M THE ONLY PERSON ON DAYSHIFT WHO KNOWS HOW TO WORK THE TILL. THIS IS ASANINE!
I seriously, seriously considered stabbing myself with a knife today to get out of work. I WISH I WAS KIDDING. I WAS ACTUALLY LITERALLY TEMPTED.
It was awful, seriously horrible. We had the Lunch Rush That Wouldn't End - there was a line out the door from when I got there until four o'clock. And THEN the line came back around five. And never went away. During the evening shift we had SIX party platters to make (each of which is ten pitas) that were for some function corporate was having. And we were so short-handed that a few people from corporate actually had to come over and help us make them, which they never, ever, ever do. And Jack, the owner, was with them, and he just walked around for like an hour, CLEANING. Because it was so busy, all day, we never got a chance to clean at all.
It was humiliating, and awful; I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die all day long. I just. . . I just. . . I can't even describe it. Except to say that it made me want to just destroy something. All day long.
And I have to go back. And do it all again. Tomorrow.
This is my schedule:
Thursday I worked from 1:30 till 8.
Friday I worked from 11 till 8.
Today I worked from 12 till 8.
Tomorrow I work from 12 till 8.
FUCKING DOUBLE SHIFTS EVERY FUCKING DAY MAKE SARAH WANT TO KILL HERSELF.
I could work 8-4, in fact, that's what I REQUESTED. But that's ONE shift. That's not lunch rush and then shift change at four and then ANOTHER shift with dinner rush included afterwards.
That place is toxic. Working there is okay, but I don't want to fucking live there. Our general manager doesn't know how to do his job; he doesn't even know how to work the till! I'M THE ONLY PERSON ON DAYSHIFT WHO KNOWS HOW TO WORK THE TILL. THIS IS ASANINE!
I seriously, seriously considered stabbing myself with a knife today to get out of work. I WISH I WAS KIDDING. I WAS ACTUALLY LITERALLY TEMPTED.
It was awful, seriously horrible. We had the Lunch Rush That Wouldn't End - there was a line out the door from when I got there until four o'clock. And THEN the line came back around five. And never went away. During the evening shift we had SIX party platters to make (each of which is ten pitas) that were for some function corporate was having. And we were so short-handed that a few people from corporate actually had to come over and help us make them, which they never, ever, ever do. And Jack, the owner, was with them, and he just walked around for like an hour, CLEANING. Because it was so busy, all day, we never got a chance to clean at all.
It was humiliating, and awful; I just wanted to curl up in a ball and die all day long. I just. . . I just. . . I can't even describe it. Except to say that it made me want to just destroy something. All day long.
And I have to go back. And do it all again. Tomorrow.