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Aug. 12th, 2016

Thanks to all of y'all for your support.  Yesterday was rough, but today will be better.  My friend Arthur wrote this lovely thing about each day being a book and putting it on the shelf at the end of the day (where is a quote when I need it, damnit!?!?!?).  Today is another book.  As someone who goes through paper journals at an alarming rate, I totally grok that.

Oh, sweet mother of Bob, did I just say "grok"?  Unironically?  Forgive me.  I've been up since 4:30 and eating bacon arugula sandwiches and chocolate covered potato chips.

No, really.

Perimenopause is a bitch and I am at a point where I can't figure out if these are PMS cravings or if I am just failing to give a shit as long as my blood sugar stays right and I have enough fuel to power through whatever fuckwittery I'm going to be facing at work today.

I need a vacation.

With Big Boss on vacation, I am mostly dealing with the sausage fest.  Why do cis males devolve in Beavis and Buttheads when left to their own devices? (My apologies to my guy friends who don't--y'all rock--but I am tired enough that I can only use a giant brush to tar and feather everyone at the moment)  I swear, I spent most of yesterday having flashbacks to when I would hang out with my ex and his frat brothers, where I played Wendy to the Lost Boys.

Good Time Charlie (a shift manager) was second register.  Gods help me.  There's friendly, then there's "do you not see the fucking line behind this guy, dude?"  Yeah, it's great that your son got a soccer scholarship to NC State and just got back from a week in India, but STFU already and wait on the next guest!  He also apparently seems to think, because he's a manager, he's immune to shift work.  He acted like he was doing me a favor.  I was going to just make him do trash and dishes, but the third time he was out in the dining room, glad handing people, I just said fuck it.  I went in the back and told Manager Tightpants that I was doing MY sidework.  Period.  He agreed.

I need to start setting some SERIOUS boundaries with Good Time Charlie.  We get along quite well because we're both older, but he has started taking some serious advantage of my good nature in the last few weeks.  He's GOOD, too.  It was incremental.  It just crept up on me.

And who THE FUCK winks at a subordinate!?!?!?  No, no, no.

On the up side, I broke my personal best for tips.  I think I'm going to hit three figures this week, which is NOT shabby for a non-tipped position.  And that doesn't count the cash, which is never all that much.  I got $5 yesterday in "foldy tips" and promptly ended up giving it out to buskers.  Seemed like the thing to do.  Hey, they provide music for my walk to the bus stop.  It's the least I can do.  I always feel slightly guilty enjoying their music when I don't have a buck or two to throw their way.

I really hope today doesn't suck.


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Aug. 12th, 2016 02:52 pm (UTC)
YOU are Fantastic!!
Aug. 13th, 2016 11:08 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Aug. 12th, 2016 04:13 pm (UTC)
You are MUCH to nice in this position.
Aug. 13th, 2016 03:29 am (UTC)
Your coworker sounds so annoying! Don't let him get away with it.
Aug. 13th, 2016 11:10 am (UTC)
Oh, if he tries any shit today, he is dead deadity dead. I WILL walk out of that place on time, or there will be holy hell to pay.

I am also going to start setting (and enforcing) some serious boundaries.
Aug. 13th, 2016 04:00 am (UTC)
what do you mean a non tipped position? i thought you were a waitress and earned tips, some paid via credit card.
Aug. 13th, 2016 11:16 am (UTC)
Technically, I'm a cashier, which means I get (barely above) minimum wage.

It's a weird position. I take the order, run the food, bus the tables, make sure there are refills at table (which is iffy at best when it's just me. I actually got a comment card the other day "I had to come to the counter to get a refill. That girl is working so hard. Do you not have any other staff? It seems unfair."). Oh, and do dishes. And bake cookies for the front. And and and...

That being said, it's ideal for me, because I like being busy.
Aug. 13th, 2016 04:47 am (UTC)
Hi. Just wanted to say I really enjoy your posts and I hope you get to sort Mr Alpha out.
Aug. 13th, 2016 11:20 am (UTC)
I have to work with him again today, and I will be setting boundaries. With a hockey stick, if necessary.

We also have a new hire who apparently doesn't like "being told what to do by a woman." THAT'S gonna be really fun.

Guess what, sunshine? I'm training you, and holding a job is a condition of your parole. You don't want to fuck with me, because I am about over men right now (the spousebeast and Santa Pete being the obvios exceptions).

And thank you for the compliment. I really appreciate it.
Aug. 13th, 2016 09:40 am (UTC)
I hope yesterday wasbetter for you. This aging crap. Ugh!!! My boobs feel weird now!!!!
Aug. 13th, 2016 04:07 pm (UTC)
I hope it went well!
Aug. 17th, 2016 03:01 am (UTC)

Ugh, I feel you with the perimenopausal cravings. It seems like they hit out of the clear blue sky and sometimes the cravings are so damn weird. Like bacon and chocolate. Sigh.

Good Time Charlie needs a wake up call with the reality 2x4, just sayin'. Ugh.

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