Working, but its slow. Washing dishes, which is pretty fun. Pays the same as cooking, but is the easiest job in the restaurant. There's so much drama in the world, and its all stupid, so why do I invite it into my life?

Motherfuckers. Whole kitchen's gone, (they go home at 3) I'm here till 5 as a server. So, someone's supposed to come in and cook 30 mins ago. Not here. Busy and I'm serving and cooking. Fucking running around like a chicken with my head chopped off.

So, I'm gonna be working in the store opening in 2 days or so as a server. Hoping to get 35-ish hours there, and 15-20 in my old store cooking. The cooking hours'll cover rent, and the rest is my money. Good stuff. Have to go in for an EEG sometime soon. Hopefully that'll tell these idiots what's wrong with me. My neurologist is a hot black chick. ( Read more... )

The owner is an assmonkey. He came in the other day, while I was cooking pasta. He told me to switch over to the sandwich salad board and help out the manager, who sucks at it. So I do, and start running the damn board, and he wouldn't do shit when I needed salmon, and he wouldn't get me all my tickets, and he just absolutly sucked. Fucking pain in ( Read more... )

Been sick for the past few days. I even called into work yesterday, and slept and watched TV all day. Feeling a lot better after that, but still ( Read more... )

One PM. No A/C here at work. Already my clothes are soaked in sweat, and its a pretty slow fucking day. I hate this shit.

Got another mystery phone number, no message. Same site says that this one's from Macon, GA. At least its closer than flordia.

I came in and had NOTHING at work today. I think its bullshit that I have to prep enough shit for the afternoon crowd when I cook, and they can leave me nothing when I come in. Mornings suck ass. Oh, well, off tomorrow. Plan to sit around and watch TV then hit the library. Good stuff, I guess.

My manager isn't bad, he's ineffective. Which is, in some ways, worse than a bad manager. He doesn't know how to throw his weight around to fix problems. I had to clean 3 fucking cases of chicken today, when I'm only supposed to clean 1. But, the other dishwasher (who sucks at the easiest job this side of security) will clean all 3, so the lazy ass ( Read more... )

So, I managed to acquire the nickname of "Mad Skills." I jokingly called myself "Myke mad skills" at work, and refered to myself in the 3rd person. David took it and ran. So, I'm now "mad skills ( Read more... )

In the past 48 hours I've worked 22. But, I'm the salad guy now. Closed last night (left store at 11-ish) and my manager invited me bowling, so I said "hells yeah!" Got home around 2:30. Woke up at 7. Gonna get the big fat ass check today.