It’s been a long time coming since I’ve updated my tumblr about my life’s whereabouts, or any kind of update for that matter. As you can probably guess by the giving title, I will be blogging/venting/ranting about the topic of my work. If you’re interested, stay tuned…give or take I may sound too bitter.
I work at a family owned pizza restaurant, with owners/managers/coworkers that speak to your informally because everyone has that relaxed vibe. Now, there are days and moments where one can get a bit too snappy because the line was crossed a tad far. The environment gets hectic, constantly, especially when there are parties within the day.
For the most part, my coworkers and I resolve our little head clashes quite well. After all, we share the common hatred towards the way the owners treat us. For the majority of the time, the owner’s wife (let’s call her Rice because she loves rice balls) gets on all of our nerves. Most of my coworkers talk back to her when she is being unreasonable, and they are able to shut her up. It’s not professional for her to talk down on us, especially in front of the customers. It’s dysfunctional when she pours her stress on us just because she can not handle the rush that parties come along with.
I’ve never talked back to her, never raised my voice at her, never lied to her and never held a grudge with her. I can not wrap my mind around how many times she has pushed me and that it hurt. It hurts but then I let it slide, because I can see that those words don’t contain much meaning…however…
One of the managers today have decided to call in an hour before she was supposed to show up for work, and tell me that she won’t be able to make it by 4 because she “is really busy right now”. She will be there by 6 or so, and that she will call Rice to come in a little earlier. Rice’s daughter, my current coworker at the time walked out to call other staff members to see if they can come at 4. Of course, everyone would say they are busy or are unavailable for that time being. Rice’s daughter soon turned to the three of us (my coworker S, T, and myself) and “told” us that one of us would have to say an hour later/until the party’s over (the party starts at 4).
I’m sorry but what now? You’re not asking, but you’re telling us to stay longer when we are not technically obligated to. Then you go and call your dad, the owner, who (by word-of-mouth) told you to urge me to stay. He “apparently” got me Thanksgiving weekend off, after he put up the schedule and so I need to stay today. What the fuck? I told Rice’s daughter right then and there, that it’s unfair how he changed that schedule for me WITHOUT knowing this one hell of a manager decides to not show up on time today.
T, said no..of course. He usually gets to leave home early, anyway, and he always walks around waiting to be told what to do than to see things and go do it. Also, even after being told something, he still does it his way (sloppy at that). I’ve had it with him and how one time, he was begging to leave early before I do even though we were supposed to end the shift at the same time. His reason was to sleep, and it was all before his shitty ass got a hangover from a party that lasted until 5 am.
I said no because I’ve made plans as well. Also, I’ve worked Friday/Saturday and now Sunday…I’ve just agreed to take up someone’s shift on Tuesday and I still work THIS Wednesday when last weekend I’ve told the owner that I want Wednesdays OFF for school.
RICE fucking comes in, and I was making pizzas at the time so my back was to her as we spoke, and asked me why I couldn’t stay. I mentioned that I had plans and asked if she was even aware that I’ve agreed to fill in for Tuesday. I turned and saw that she shook her head no, but the look on her face was “I do not understand why you can not stay for us”. Then she spilled, “we let you guys go home early, because we want to give you that flexibility, just for us to be flexible with us”. Okay, what now? You let us go home early because the shift is slow and you don’t need an extra person getting paid for minimal to no work at all. FUCK YOU BITCH, THAT IS A BAD GUILT-TRIPPING LINE TO USE. *I will continue with this* —
I hardly ever get to go home early, and if I do then it was because I’ve worked an 8 hour shift. There are coworkers that are scheduled to close and get to leave after sitting around for only 3 hours. Also, this bitch ass Rice lets HARD-WORKING coworkers leave before rushes happen. So, how about you try and let T stay to help.
Poor S agreed to stay and help, even though he got there the earliest. But anyway, he has worked there for way over 13-14 years and he probably won’t ever be coming back once he visits Mexico next week. I will miss him greatly.
Anyway, the Rice’s daughter called the manager that won’t show up and told her that we have a party. The lady then replied that she will be on her way and will be a few minutes late of 4. WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU “too busy” JUST MINUTES BEFORE ON THE PHONE WITH ME? So then Rice’s daughter told Rice that I don’t need to stay since the manager will be present and S is staying…but Rice seems displeased.
I am not your fucking servant, or your daughter, or your maid…I am your employee who has a life. I am also a hard-working so next time, tell it to my face that you think I need to return YOU the favor for getting to leave early and you will hear an “I QUIT” from my mouth. You horrible human being, I was half blind yesterday and you pitied me none. I stayed and helped the whole rush, making the whole cooking process flawless because there were no messed-up pizzas. Is that why you wanted me today? WELL GUESS WHAT, I already made sure the entire morning of deliveries and pick-ups didn’t get fucked you. You come wiggling in and dissing that we didn’t have any parties this morning and therefore we were slow? I also cleaned your kitchen area, little dirty containers that no one bothers to clean. What an ungrateful bitch.
Why am I complaining so much? I also asked to put in my two weeks, scratch that I told the owner I had planned to - not ask. His response? He said he would work around MY schedule and that whoop-dee-doo he gave me a raise. How about you suck a dick and watch me quit anyway, the last straw is GONE. This Tuesday, if it SUCKS, I will be gone before this month is over. Assholes as owners may cause permanent stink damage to my life, and I don’t need that. I love my coworkers and I would stay just for them, but I am human and there is only so much word-vomit I can swallow from Rice.
**** I hope it’s a bit funnier that I called her Rice. I think it’s funny.****
my geology teacher just threw a rock at someone omgf
Learning the hard way.
That teacher rocks
My sediments exactly.