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I have hit upon a brilliant idea:  the next time I am more than half an hour late coming home from work, I'm going to have Kent call the deli and tell them I need to come home NOW, because one of the Elder Gods is trying to come up through the bathtub drain and my particular expertise is needed at home immediately.  And then he has to do his "wrestling with a giant squidgy thing" imitation.

Yeah, yesterday was like that.

Noon to five on a Friday is not a particularly pretty shift for your average restaurant.  I would much rather go in at 11, so I have a minute or two to take a breath and settle into my groove before the stampeding hordes show up.  Yesterday, I was already slightly stressed because the bus was late (attention bicyclists:  it would be GREAT if you didn't get in front of Chapel Hill Transit during peak hours.  And if you DO, don't wave at the people standing at the stop who need to get to work.  At least one woman in this town wants to stab you...and can't, because she needs to GET TO WORK).  After I got off at my stop, I found myself walking behind a huge group of middle school aged kids.

This is the point where I started praying that they were going to Morehead Planetarium.  Just keep walking kids.  Don't turn left.  Don't turn left.  Don't walk in there....SHIT.

As I tried to sidle in, one of the teachers glared at me and said "We're a GROUP."  I pointed to my shirt and replied "I see that, and I'm an employee.  I need to get in there and help."

Yeesh.  The kids themselves were a joy.  I was thrown on register immediately ("Oh, hi.  I've clocked you in and here's you drawer."  I was still wearing my jacket for the first 45 minutes I was working), and the kids were SO SWEET.  It was all "please" and "ma'am" and they behaved a heck of a lot better than some of the groups of adults who come in do.  And they bought cookies.  Lots of cookies.

I am not a fan of Autism Speaks.  Guess what corporate is pushing?  Blue sugar cookies to raise money for Autism Speaks.  And they're tracking our individual sales.  *sigh*  And, of course, as the biz does, they're doing rewards for selling your soul and shilling for a cause that makes you die a little inside.

I did have one girl who wrinkled her nose a little and said "I really don't like Autism Speaks, but I'll buy a cookie."  I leaned over and said "I don't support them, but I kind of have to do this.  It's my job."

She ended up buying two, and gave one to her friend.  <3  And since I made those *&^%$#$%^&* cookies yesterday, it was nice seeing people enjoy them (The Potato Girls--two adorable little ones who come in with their mom on Fridays and always get spuds with butter, chicken, tomato, and olives--insisted they were "Elsa cookies."  I didn't feel quite so bad selling that one).  AND I sold enough to qualify for the little incentive we're running TWICE, so I have two free meals with dessert in my future.  And we DO have amazing cheesecake.

It was a LONG day.  Made even longer by the fact that the other two FOH people made damn sure they got out of there on time (one a little early because "I have a bachelorette party to go to and it's REALLY IMPORTANT.") and left me with the majority of the side work.  And all of the dishes.  And the minute Big Boss left, 2nd and 3rd in Command didn't do squat.

This is becoming a trend I REALLY don't like.

I've discovered why no one likes it when Big Boss is there:  she actually expects you to do your job.  And to find something to do once you're done with that.  While making work for myself when I've done everything I can think of is not my favorite thing in the world (but I am ACE at making sure the chip rack is rotated by date.  I get free Doritos that way, too.  Am I the only one who knows the concept of "first in, first out"?), I also have no use for people who spend time on the clock texting and/or flirting with BOH for free food.

But yesterday was payday, so I clung to the idea that I was finally going to see a tangible result for the last three weeks and that I'm not working for tips, unlimited iced tea, and the occasional deep discount meal.  I was looking forward to clocking out, depositing my check, and having dinner with the spousebeast and Mark.

I even told 2nd in Command that I needed to get out as close to on time as humanly possible, because I needed to take my check to the bank and had dinner plans.   Of course, he left early, and neglected to tell 3rd.  Not that it would matter, because the 5 o'clock person apparently thinks the schedule is a suggestion, not a mandate.

it got later...and later...and later.  Two BOH people came in close to on time, but the 5 o'clock FOH person was nowhere to be seen.  We got a rush and I was getting a little desperate when 3rd said "How late can you stay?"  I just boggled at him and said "About ten minutes ago."  I explained the fact that I had to deposit my check AND actually had plans for the evening and THE MOTHERFUCKER ACTUALLY SAID "Welcome to the biz."

I smiled and said "I've been working in the biz before most of these kids could tie their shoes, but that doesn't make this okay."

I need this job, but I am going to Big Boss on Tuesday.  That was dismissive, if not flat out rude.  That is NOT how you treat someone who is saving your ass.  And I am not going to let this to continue.

(Once I got home, Kent pointed out that I called McAlister's Foster's about half a dozen times.  That is not good.)

I finally DID arrive home (almost an hour late), threw open the door, and yelled "Honey, I'm home!"  Mark came running out of the kitchen in my old Starbucks apron (!), covered in flour (!!), and gave me a huge hug.  "Oh, you're home.  Kent, honey, this hard working girl needs a cocktail!"  Then he looked at my face, took a step back, and said "Um....I think she really needs that cocktail."

I love Mark.

He came over to help Kent with his resume in exchange for learning how to make pizza dough.  I have to say, it was the best feeling in the world to kick off my shoes, change clothes, and perch on a chair in the kitchen while the guys made pizza (the fact that Mark brought over unsweetened pink grapefruit juice and vodka for me to celebrate my first check made it even better.  There are some things only your gay bestie from college knows, and  for me, my mixed drink of choice is one of them).  Watching the guys work in the kitchen was new for me, and it was really nice.  Kind of weird the way we settle into home when it is just us.

We spent a lot of time over dinner talking about community, and what the future holds for us.  We all aknowledged that it's pretty much a given that we'll end up living together when we're older.  Mark and I have found our dream house in Durham and have joked about it for years, but it's starting to take on a more serious tone.

Of course, we also talked about buying an island, so there is that....

After some most excellent pizza (country ham, garlic, and spinach is REALLY good), we headed up for the Friday Art Walk.  Frank had a new show opening, and all 22 of the member artists had work on display.

In my ideal world, I would be able to buy all kinds of stuff from local artists.  As it is, it's so energizing to just walk around, talk to the artists, get hugs from Sudie.  <3

It's still surreal to me that she knows my name, asks how the job is going, asks about LJ Idol.  And hugs from her are the best.  I really needed that.

After the exhibit at Frank, we walked up to Chapel Hill Comics.  Mark quizzed me on what I'm reading and why, because he's decided to start "exploring the world of comics" and wanted the geek girl perspective.  *sigh*  Any other person in the world, and I might have read them the riot act.  But it's Mark, and I knew what he was trying to get at.  Even if it is still a bit wrongheaded.

Speaking fluent Mark can be a bit of a dicey business.  Trying to translate it is even worse.

We ended up back at the house, eating fro yo, listening to Lou Reed, and talking about the future of the NCGLFF now that North Carolina has proved that it wants to be...I don't know what, honestly.  The festival has been Mark's and my thing for YEARS.  With the passing of HB2, this year it could be nonexistent or an act of total defiance.  We'll see.  Knowing Mark and me, probably first hand.

All in all, a wonderful end to a shitty day.  And now I shall go kick Kent's ass at Munchkin because, ya know, I can.

Happy Saturday, y'all!

Comments

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kita0610
Apr. 9th, 2016 06:51 pm (UTC)
Oh man, I am so sorry you have to shill for that disgusting Not a Charity. Ugh.
promiseoftin
Apr. 9th, 2016 08:32 pm (UTC)
I'm intrigued-- this is the first I've heard of controversy around Autism Speaks. What's the news?

Also, Al, that pizza sounds amazing!
promiseoftin
Apr. 9th, 2016 08:57 pm (UTC)
Re: Here are a few links.
Interesting! Thank you for sharing.
kita0610
Apr. 9th, 2016 08:59 pm (UTC)
Re: Here are a few links.
You're welcome.

I'm a Speech/Language Pathologist who works with kids all over the spectrum. I make it a mission to debunk these assholes every chance I get.
zimon66
Apr. 9th, 2016 08:03 pm (UTC)
Good on you nipping that time jazz in the bud. Co-workers got some nerve trying to take advantage of the newbie.
notodette
Apr. 9th, 2016 09:13 pm (UTC)
I totally agree with you about the 11 a.m. thing. Better to get in the work groove before walking in the door and having to be ON.
hawk_soaring
Apr. 9th, 2016 10:09 pm (UTC)
what a day is right!! Happy Saturday. :)
weebleswobble
Apr. 9th, 2016 11:17 pm (UTC)
i hate when i dont get to leave on time. especially because coworkers didnt do their share.
opakele
Apr. 10th, 2016 02:55 am (UTC)
It sounds like a full day. I dare say the good out weighed the bad, because the good sounds really awesome.

What can you do about your job? I think your plan sounds good.
qwentoozla
Apr. 10th, 2016 04:40 am (UTC)
That sounds like a stressful work day! But a pleasant evening, it sounds like.
communitybee
Apr. 10th, 2016 11:26 am (UTC)
The 12-5 shift is brutal. I agree abiut coming in at 11.

Hailey is learning that stuff in restaruant management now.., My baby is growing up.
mspeacockwi
Apr. 10th, 2016 01:35 pm (UTC)

Ah yes,  I remember my days working in a restaurant well!   I would also despise a 12-5 shift!  Congrats on your first check!

man_of_snows
Apr. 10th, 2016 05:29 pm (UTC)
I do not miss kitchen work at all. I am glad you are enduring!
davesmusictank
Apr. 10th, 2016 06:41 pm (UTC)
Sounds like the good outweighed the bad in the end although taking advantage of newbies is a no[no in my book. Pizza sounded great!
howlin_wolf_66
Apr. 10th, 2016 08:09 pm (UTC)
Glad you were treated well when you got home, at least!

Hope Sunday is even better. :-)
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