Seafood Opera??
Wo-ahh...
I just got home from work. I was at work at 7:25 am. Time of departure...10:05 pm. That's a long fucking day. I've been basically told by the store manager every week that I am doing a terrible job and that I don't work hard enough. I find that amusing...and extremely frustrating and enraging. I'm understaffed, and it takes HIS personnel department an average of 3 MONTHS between hiring me people, even if I push EVERY DAY to get more people. However, he doesn't seem to relate the fact that I'm trying to do three different jobs all at the same time...because there's no staff...to the fact that work isn't getting done. I'm at the point where I really don't give a shit what happens. I'm still going to work my ass off, and I will still do things as I see best, and if he doesn't like it, let him fire me. I really couldn't care less.
This would have been much harder to take if a couple of things hadn't happened recently. First, my brother is home for a visit. While I am upset that I couldn't spend more time today with him, it's still nice to have him back for a couple of weeks, but he tends to annoy me in big doses, so the job will actually help that, probably.
Second, my family had the strangest experience on Sunday night. We went to Red Lobster for some dinner...and it was a complete fucking surreal experience. We waited FOREVER to get a table, waited an unGODly amount of time to get served, and that was by a server who could be best described as...brain dead. I swear to god, it was like a science fiction movie...one where a corpse is re-animated and able to grunt and do very little else. However, that's nothing compared to what happened while we were waiting...
I thought for sure, as we were talking, that I was hearing singing. It's not so odd to think that considering alot of restaurants play music softly, but this was in the room...so I'm looking around, and I notice this woman standing up...pretty much in the middle of the restaurant...and she's singing OPERA?!! For no particular reason. Just standing and singing. Loudly. She wasn't looking around or anything...just singing. All the servers coming out of the kitchen would race out and just stop...look around...and then look uncomfortably at their co-workers...wondering what to do. The whole restaurant was silent...people staring.
She had a very nice voice, and was obviously trained, but it was weird as fuck. Anyway, after about 15 minutes, she finished and sat back down. People all over applauded, but my family...being the bastards that we are...didn't. My dad even said to the first server he saw that he wasn't paying extra for the entertainment. He was joking...:)
Anyway, after we ordered, we waited an eternity for the food...so we made conversation and tried to make the best of the night. I glanced over where the woman had been singing, and jokingly asked my dad when he thought the encore would be...and I swear to god....not 30 seconds later, she stood up again, and sang another 15 minutes. Then, she said her parting words to her party...and left.
I don't know what the hell was going on, but it was one fucked up night. I knew it was going to be a source of amusement for awhile, and a great story for the guys at work, but I thought I'd share it with you folks too.
I just got home from work. I was at work at 7:25 am. Time of departure...10:05 pm. That's a long fucking day. I've been basically told by the store manager every week that I am doing a terrible job and that I don't work hard enough. I find that amusing...and extremely frustrating and enraging. I'm understaffed, and it takes HIS personnel department an average of 3 MONTHS between hiring me people, even if I push EVERY DAY to get more people. However, he doesn't seem to relate the fact that I'm trying to do three different jobs all at the same time...because there's no staff...to the fact that work isn't getting done. I'm at the point where I really don't give a shit what happens. I'm still going to work my ass off, and I will still do things as I see best, and if he doesn't like it, let him fire me. I really couldn't care less.
This would have been much harder to take if a couple of things hadn't happened recently. First, my brother is home for a visit. While I am upset that I couldn't spend more time today with him, it's still nice to have him back for a couple of weeks, but he tends to annoy me in big doses, so the job will actually help that, probably.
Second, my family had the strangest experience on Sunday night. We went to Red Lobster for some dinner...and it was a complete fucking surreal experience. We waited FOREVER to get a table, waited an unGODly amount of time to get served, and that was by a server who could be best described as...brain dead. I swear to god, it was like a science fiction movie...one where a corpse is re-animated and able to grunt and do very little else. However, that's nothing compared to what happened while we were waiting...
I thought for sure, as we were talking, that I was hearing singing. It's not so odd to think that considering alot of restaurants play music softly, but this was in the room...so I'm looking around, and I notice this woman standing up...pretty much in the middle of the restaurant...and she's singing OPERA?!! For no particular reason. Just standing and singing. Loudly. She wasn't looking around or anything...just singing. All the servers coming out of the kitchen would race out and just stop...look around...and then look uncomfortably at their co-workers...wondering what to do. The whole restaurant was silent...people staring.
She had a very nice voice, and was obviously trained, but it was weird as fuck. Anyway, after about 15 minutes, she finished and sat back down. People all over applauded, but my family...being the bastards that we are...didn't. My dad even said to the first server he saw that he wasn't paying extra for the entertainment. He was joking...:)
Anyway, after we ordered, we waited an eternity for the food...so we made conversation and tried to make the best of the night. I glanced over where the woman had been singing, and jokingly asked my dad when he thought the encore would be...and I swear to god....not 30 seconds later, she stood up again, and sang another 15 minutes. Then, she said her parting words to her party...and left.
I don't know what the hell was going on, but it was one fucked up night. I knew it was going to be a source of amusement for awhile, and a great story for the guys at work, but I thought I'd share it with you folks too.