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five down, one to go

Okay, THIS is scary.  For two hours today, *I* was the non-management employee on the clock who had the most experience.

Two weeks in, and I'm training someone.  And, bless her heart, this is her first job.

WHY WOULD YOU DECIDE SOMEONE SHOULD START ON A FRIDAY IN FOOD SERVICE!?!?!?  It's just mean if they even *have* experience, but someone completely new?  Not cool.

Needless to say, today was a clusterfuck.  As was yesterday.  We're short staffed front and back of house, and the majority of the employees are relative new hires.  No one has really worked out a system yet, and there are some big personalities in there.

It's a fucking hoot.

I'm rapidly putting out feelers for other places, but I am getting this sick, sad feeling of loyalty.  I swear, I was one of the band members on the Titanic in a previous life.  Put me in a situation where you're running the operation by the skin of your teeth, and I am YOUR GIRL.

Until I get you afloat and you decide I cost too much.  There is that.

I have the same issue quitting jobs that I do severing ties with my family.  When I can afford it, I should probably go back to therapy.

In other news, Kent and I both got *royally* screwed by B-ski's.  Brad had more or less promised Kent a job (and he does, after all, own the place), but has hired someone else to be the hiring manager.  What should have been a walk in for at least him (if not the both if us) turned into "Oh, I meant to call you.  But availability was an issue."

Ummm.yeah.  When someone states their availability on the application and it doesn't fit your needs, why ask them back for a second interview?  Grrr...

I promise that, at some point in time, this journal will be about something other than work.  Today is not that day, however.

I AM enjoying getting to know the regulars.  As a fellow freak of nature as the South is concerned, I remember almost everyone who walks through that door and orders an unsweet tea.  I also think I have memorized every regular who gets an Arnold Palmer.

And I have *heart flutters*  a customer with a ridiculously sexy accent, long eyelashes, and fingers meant to play the piano or for other activities I shan't mention here.  Always the same order, so I've learned it quickly.  He came in today after the World's Most Brutal Lunch Rush (tm) (pro tip:  if you're a group of 20, paying individually, and showing up at 12:15 on a Friday, it would be aces if you call and warn in advance).  I tried to hand him his change three times and he kept handing me back two bucks.  My brain was fried, so he finally said "I'm trying to give you a tip."

Oh.  Well. Thank you and I'll throw this in the tip jar and...

"Well, I hope you get these when you share out, because I meant them for you."

Kent, Mark, and Pete declared it creepy.  I, on the other hand, was covered in salad dressing and had just run up and down stairs about a billion times for the massive group who DIDN'T FEEL THE NEED TO GIVE WARNING, so it felt like one of those moments you see in stupid rom coms.  I smiled and blushed and went back to trying to catch up on dishes with a much lighter step.

This job has broken something in me.  I actually LIKE doing the dishes, because once I hit that last hour of my shift, I want to stab someone.  Dishes are nice.  They may be filthy, but they don't ask for anything but a good, solid rinse before they get shoved in the machine.

In other news, once I make it through Saturday, I have the day off!  Yay!!!!  I am planning on not doing a damn thing.  Except playing Munchkin with Kent, because I am on a massive losing streak.  That needs to change.

That game.  I swear.  When I am not having increasingly distressing family related dreams (WHY does my father keep showing up after all this time?), my brain is throwing house parties that involve mostly people I only know on the 'net and inventing new and increasingly bizarre versions of Munchkin.    I should probably write some of them out and pitch them to Steve Jackson.  I'm sure he probably remembers me from that Penguicon lo, so many years ago.  ;)

I just realized I've been writing this on and off for hours and, suddenly, it's Saturday.  And I have to be to work in 7-ish hours.  This is yet another case where I wish I could just go and do what I have to do NOW and get it over with.  Hell, today is a pointless shift (11-2), so I'd be done slightly after 7 if I got dressed and left for work now.

Oy.

I should probably go to bed.

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communitybee
Apr. 2nd, 2016 10:19 am (UTC)
Wow! What a clusterfuck!!!

I have a crush, and will never, ever, pever mention a THING about him on here (lesson learned) AND his hands are gorgeous and massive and oh I think bad things.... Spent one post candidate luncheon just looking at them...

Edited at 2016-04-02 10:20 am (UTC)
millysdaughter
Apr. 2nd, 2016 01:29 pm (UTC)
I refuse to work anywhere they pool tips ever again. My tips go into my pocket.
mac_arthur_park
Apr. 3rd, 2016 12:12 am (UTC)
We're technically not a tipping establishment, so tips aren't expected. I just take it as some walking around money.
an_su
Apr. 2nd, 2016 02:40 pm (UTC)
Creepy ? I certainly wouldn't have tought so.
And I do like to do the dishes as well - especially if I'm nervous, stressed... seems to help to relax, somehow...... weird. I think. But well..
corellian_sugar
Apr. 2nd, 2016 03:43 pm (UTC)
Oh, food service with the ridiculous turnover. Honestly, I'm seeing the same thing in my cafe. Employees with less than a month under their belts being forced into training roles. It's nuts. And don't get me started with personalities and egos. Oh, dear god and little green pickles... I've never understood new employees coming in with "I got this, it's my way or the highway" attitude. I'm not sure if it's bravado covering for fear or ACTUAL ego, but it's annoying as hell, man.

Hang in there, honey!
serena_vox
Apr. 2nd, 2016 09:29 pm (UTC)
Ugh, food service. Ugh, loyalty. I understand on so many levels it hurts.

Creepy? Nah, the only people who thought so were males, apparently. Haha. I would have probably melted into the floor to be honest.

Dishes aren't really something I get to do in my position, but I get a strange satisfaction out of being in the kitchen and away from people. I guess when you think about it like that, it's not so strange.
mac_arthur_park
Apr. 3rd, 2016 09:40 am (UTC)
It SUCKS, because I know I could probably make more elsewhere. *sigh*

I will admit that I got a little swoony. I don't take these things seriously (I can't, since the majority of guys in this town seem to be the same age as my oldest. Ack!), but it sure is nice.
serena_vox
Apr. 3rd, 2016 08:43 pm (UTC)
Yeah, loud and clear on that one for sure.

It's a nice feeling with or without the swooning honestly! Unless the guy is being a blatant creepo anyway.
changeling72
Apr. 3rd, 2016 07:31 am (UTC)
I don't think it's creepy at all. Possibly vaguely threatening to Kent et al (in a charming way). I think tips should only be pooled if they are shared with kitchen staff, otherwise they're yours, all yours.
mac_arthur_park
Apr. 3rd, 2016 09:34 am (UTC)
I've never had a problem sharing with the kitchen staff (although I have almost NEVER worked in a kitchen where I got a share of tips), but I am less worried about this staff since I learned that they all make $2-3 more an hour than I do.

And, yeah, the guys are cute that way. Like I would have anything to do with a person who is probably just slightly over half my age.

Then again...it IS Spring. ;)

Edited at 2016-04-03 09:38 am (UTC)
millysdaughter
Apr. 4th, 2016 01:50 pm (UTC)
Here, servers get far less than minimum wage -- "special" wage for tipped positions, doncha know?, but kitchen staff is covered under the normal minimum wage laws.

In addition to any North Dakota-specific minimum wage exemptions described above, the Federal Fair Labor Standards act defines special minimum wage rates applicable to certain types of workers. You may be paid under the North Dakota minimum wage if you fit into one of the following categories:
• North Dakota Under 20 Minimum Wage - $4.25 - Federal law allows any employer in North Dakota to pay a new employee who is under 20 years of age a training wage of $4.25 per hour for the first 90 days of employment.
• North Dakota Student Minimum Wage - $6.16 - Full-time high school or college students who work part-time may be paid 85% of the North Dakota minimum wage (as little as $6.16 per hour) for up to 20 hours of work at certain employers.
• North Dakota Tipped Minimum Wage - $4.86 - Employees who earn a certain amount of tips every month may be paid a special cash minimum wage, but must earn at least $7.25 including tips every hour. For more details, read about the North Dakota tipped wage.
man_of_snows
Apr. 4th, 2016 01:55 am (UTC)

Starting on a friday just seems cruel to me.

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