Eleventh Commandment- Do not feed obese people cheesecake
On Wednesday I was working a closing shift at the Cheesecake factory, which is exciting...kind of. You know, moving up in the restaurant, getting closing sections, buddying with Omid. Blah Blah Blah. However it wasnt that exciting this specific night, because...I'll tell you why.
First of all I made Mike aware that I was not feeling well at the beginning of the shift. You see wonderful full head of red hair Sarah got me ill. Because she cant go a day without kisses. Who can blame her right? Anyway, so I start off really ill and then about ten minutes later I start breaking out in hives!!!! An allergic reaction to which I believe is from my laundry detergent. Anyway I have hives all over my body. So, there was no lets get you home or can I do anything for you, it was,"Stop touching it!", "EWWW," "Do you want some claritin." Which was from the wonderful Lindsay, who is the only one that tried helping me because of her horrific past experiences. I have just lost all respect for corporate management. Any where I go I seem to find the most unsympathetic, selfish bastards. I think your employees health is more imprortant then the smoothness of the fucking restaurant. Yeah I was pretty upset. On top of that, I missed an audition because the management couldnt get me out of D7 on a Thursday lunch by three! I sold three hundred dollars! What the fuck is wrong with this place! I hate it. Those are my only words. I need flexibilty just like they ask from us, I expect it from them. I am ready to write my two weeks notice. If the money wasnt good I would've done it a while ago. I just need to find an alternate way of income. So the moral of the story is no matter where you go...corporations are the fuckin death of the working man. Fuck the man for always getting us down.
First of all I made Mike aware that I was not feeling well at the beginning of the shift. You see wonderful full head of red hair Sarah got me ill. Because she cant go a day without kisses. Who can blame her right? Anyway, so I start off really ill and then about ten minutes later I start breaking out in hives!!!! An allergic reaction to which I believe is from my laundry detergent. Anyway I have hives all over my body. So, there was no lets get you home or can I do anything for you, it was,"Stop touching it!", "EWWW," "Do you want some claritin." Which was from the wonderful Lindsay, who is the only one that tried helping me because of her horrific past experiences. I have just lost all respect for corporate management. Any where I go I seem to find the most unsympathetic, selfish bastards. I think your employees health is more imprortant then the smoothness of the fucking restaurant. Yeah I was pretty upset. On top of that, I missed an audition because the management couldnt get me out of D7 on a Thursday lunch by three! I sold three hundred dollars! What the fuck is wrong with this place! I hate it. Those are my only words. I need flexibilty just like they ask from us, I expect it from them. I am ready to write my two weeks notice. If the money wasnt good I would've done it a while ago. I just need to find an alternate way of income. So the moral of the story is no matter where you go...corporations are the fuckin death of the working man. Fuck the man for always getting us down.