There's a difference...

between a restaurant staff at a top notch establishment and the restaurant staff I work with.

I think we'd call it class, and I'll be the first to admit I do not have an ounce of it in my body.

If I don't like my food, and I tell the line cook, he will simply tell me to "rub it on my chest".

Yesterday I was working with an older waitress and the owner and we were talking about the pronunciation of swollen and the waitress says, "yes, it's swollen, like when a man is swollen". LOL.

I don't know, how about we just say we have a lot of character?

I might...

be quitting.
I'll write more later.

supersize me.

Okay, so there's a four top.
One man gets a burger and then an order of chili cheese fries.
The fries are 4 something.

The woman gets a BLT and a side of french fries.
The fries are 1.75.

Which plate should have more fries on it?
Obviously the one for 4 something, right?
Not in this lady's eyes.

The large woman pouts and says, "why does he have more fries than me?"
About two minutes later, she requests another order.

What are you, six years old?
That one order of fries was pushing it for you anyways.

I love:

the dishwashers and the line cooks.
They are seriously the coolest people I know.

I think I've said this before, or something similar.
They just make me laugh, to the point where my face physically hurts.

DW1: Those [sanitary containers] are fricking disgusting. There aren't even bags in them.
COOK: Yeah, poor [DW2] has to clean it out with his bare hands!
DW2: (to DW1 and me) I didn't know what those containers were. I just thought they sat there.

HAHAHA. :)

dumbest. rule. ever.

Okay, out of all the 2700 awful rules, the "three strikes rule" takes the cake.

The rule states, that if you break any of the rules you will receive a pink slip.
Two of those lands you in deep trouble and a third results in termination.

Of course, I almost got one for speaking out against the pink slips.
I mean, come on, I haven't gotten a "disciplinary referral" since high school.

what the fuck.

I couldn't tell you..

how many rules I broke today.
Definitely over five; just in time for tomorrow's meeting.
I'll let you know how that goes, my friend.

I have to say though, today was somewhat awful.
I spilled the baked beans in the steam table and had to empty it, clean it and re-fill it.
I also burnt my hand in the fryer, only to see the other cook do it when he was cleaning. ha.

pi does not mean..

you should eat 3.14159265 pieces of pie.

The owner says to anyone who is listening, "Wow the shoofly sold so quickly. I'll have the prep cook make another tomorrow."
ME: "Well, since you ate about 3 pieces and your husband ate a few, it looks like you sold two slices. I'd say you lost about 3 bucks on the pie. Not bad."

She wasn't pleased.

CLOSED.

Between 1pm and precisely 5:10 pm I had two tables of two come into the restaurant.
The owner decided we should close early.
By 6:30 things had slightly picked up, with me getting about 5 tables.
I made all of the food and 7pm I took everything downstairs.
Another table came in and I cooked their stuff and sent it out.
Unfortunately, I cooked it rather well because they stood at the register and talked to the owner about it.
She said when they left, she'd lot the doors.

Okay, so it's 7:45 and I have everything CLEANED AND TORE DOWN AND PUT AWAY AND TURNED OFF.
All I have to do is punch out.

Then the fricken door swings open. It's the bitchy owner from the campground next door. I think "oh well, she usually just gets soup" because she knows we close early sometimes. In fact, she too closes her campground early quite often, so she should understand.
Nope, she doesn't give a damn because in comes six of her relatives.

Not only is my one fryer broken and everything turned off, but everything they order is fryer/grill.
With this being said, it takes twice as long.
Then, two more people come in to eat with them. Of course it's two chicken tender baskets. I have no room.

I said to the waitress to ask if they want anymore food because if not, I'm out.
So they sit and sit and sit. No they don't want anymore food.
So I clock out and I go to get my things and I hear bitchy camplady herself, "does anyone want anymore chicken fingers?"

I told the owner. I'm done, you make her damn food.
And I left.

People are so irritating.

I know this blog has been, umm, dying, but so has my patience for my stupid boss.

There are quite a few reasons for this.

1. We will be having a themed weekened in a few months in which all employees are required to wear overalls.
a. I hate overalls.
b. I do not own them.
c. I do not wish to buy them.
d. By the amount of desserts she eats, hers will most likely not fit her by then.

2. She lies, lies, lies.
a. It's about stupid stuff.
b. It's constantly.
c. She thinks she is always right.
d. When I call her an f*in liar, I get in trouble. Whatevs.

3. She doesn't know what she is doing.
a. She asks the cooks to practically run the restaurant.
b. If something goes wrong it is our fault.
c. She can barly do the register without an instruction sheet.
d. She doesn't even like to answer the phoneeee.

There is so much more,
but I have to get ready to work in Hell.

I'm sure my aggravation spawns from the fact I've been working almost every day straight.

So I got a phone call

from one of my co-workers.
He told me we will be having an employee meeting.

What are some of the points being discussed?
Well, the few he told me definitely took some major brain power.

1. Do not talk back to me.
2. Do not ask other people to do your job.
3. have RESPECT.

There are others; he says I have to check out the list, but he also says we are getting paid.

I don't mind listening to rule #23- Stir the soup before you serve it (duh!) if I'm getting paid to sit there. HA HA.

Silent kitchen!

There are restaurants out there in which kitchen staff is only allowed to verbally speak when discussing matters of the restaurant.

Well, apparently in our zero star establishment, I am not to associate with the dishwashers.
What happens when I do?

My boss says to the dishwasher.
"Your shift is over, and since you and Noelle were talking so much and you didn't have time to finish, she would be happy to do all of your dishes."

I was also happy to put just about everything in the wrong spot on purpose.
=)

gum?

Okay, just something about me, I loveeeeee bubble gum so much.
Anyways, my one boss gave me a bucket of gumballs. I then proceeded to knock over said bucket of gumballs.
I only wish it was as exciting as 1:30 to 2 minutes of this video.

did i lose money today?

Nothing says annoying like driving 20 miles to your job at 1pm and finding out at 3pm, the owner wants to close.

Thus, I drove in total 40 miles to work for not even 3 hours.
That means I might have made between 5 and 7 bucks today... if I'm lucky.

asshole.

let freedom fall.

Why is it that I not only have to work EVERY holiday, but I have to work holidays called
Independence Day and Labor Day.

How screwed up is that?

I got stitches from a rugby injury.
My boss is now making me wear these damn band-aids over my eye until the stitches dissolve.

They aren't even cool neon bandaids or nothing.
Whatever.

jobs.

I always push the buttons of the people in control of my job too far.
Anyways, the restaurant I previously was fired from is falling apart.. just a bit.

How so? New owners have taken over and are slowly getting rid of the people running the restaurant. My evil side smiles at the thought of the whole thing falling apart two months after I got fired.

I talked to a cook I worked with.
She said: "It's awful here. we need cooks. I called off on Sunday and they closed because they didn't have anyone". HAAHHAHAA.

Whatever.

In other news, I have been pulling some major "Waiting" stuff at work. lol.

nothing.

I always care more for the people I work with than some of my family.
This is why I stay at a crappy job for 7.50 an hour, and when they quit, it hurts.

I just want to write what I'm feeling, but even opinionated me is sometimes afraid to tell it how it is.
to tell you, and I guess, admit to myself.