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.