Jesus.
Last night at the bakery, Rick had a few totally out of nowhere and unnecessary outbursts of anger. The first one was directed at Jeremy because he didn't make a donut glaze the way he wanted him to. Said things like, "Who the fuck are you, just coming in here and doing whatever you want?", "I can't believe the fucking idiots I have to work with", and "No wonder you didn't make it at Tim Hortons" (Jeremy used to own one).
Later on, when he asked me to pack rolls, I did some and then came to a rack of them that felt too warm to pack, so I started to do something else. He ended up saying, "Pack the rolls, stupid bitch!", throwing a pack of rolls at the table next to me, hitting a rack and almost knocking it over, and saying a few other such angry remarks.
He's been an asshole before, but this was something else.
I talked with Randy at Guthries, who says he wants to hire me really soon. Let's hope he means that.
Later on, when he asked me to pack rolls, I did some and then came to a rack of them that felt too warm to pack, so I started to do something else. He ended up saying, "Pack the rolls, stupid bitch!", throwing a pack of rolls at the table next to me, hitting a rack and almost knocking it over, and saying a few other such angry remarks.
He's been an asshole before, but this was something else.
I talked with Randy at Guthries, who says he wants to hire me really soon. Let's hope he means that.