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.