work: July 2005 archives
Too Tired to Bother With a Title
[ rakaur on Sun Jul 10 at 03:28 AM // category: eastgate, work ]
Ah, a long overdue update.
I work a lot, and get paid little. Sometimes, I have fun at my job, but most times I work concession, so, there’s no possibility for fun whatsoever.
I went out with a bunch of coworkers tonight after work. We got off around one, and went to IHOP. I saw Harrison and that group leaving. It was interesting. I’ve never really been to IHOP except with that group of people. I had way more fun with these people though. I don’t know why, but it was different, and it was fun.
I think I might have actually had a point when I started this post, but it’s late, and the only reason I’m awake is caffeine. I’m fairly sure all of my higher brain functions are sound asleep, along with writing ability.
So, that’s about all for tonight.
-- rakaur // 2005.07.10 @ 03:28 AM
What Comes Around...
[ rakaur on Sat Jul 02 at 11:26 AM // category: eastgate, life, relationships, work ]
Yesterday was not good.
I can understand a breakup in person, that’s fine. Doing it over the telephone, I’d be a little annoyed. Doing it over the Internet is almost unbelievable, or so I thought. Not only did I get dumped over the Internet, but she made her friend do it for her. Man girls are so awesome.
But it’s all good though, there’s two or three others girls that have shown interest.
So I had to close with NaziManager™ last night. I’ve never had to close with her before. All of the other managers usually check over my cleaning, tell me to do one or two things, and let me go. This girl? No. She made me clean everything five or six times, and then has the nerve to tell me “well, I should make you do this right, but I guess you can go.”
DO NOT MAKE ME KILL YOU!
What the fuck lady it’s fucking popcorn. I mean, if we were serving porterhouses out of this shit we clean I could understand, but it’s popcorn. Made me clean the god damn ice machine. The ice machine. It’s in the back room, no one ever sees it. It’s a big silver machine. Stupid bitch.
I’ll probably get written up for poor closing tomorrow.
I wouldn’t mind it so much if she were actually a good manager, but she’s just fucking stupid. She made me count my own drawer, which the other managers do for you. She didn’t on the condition that “[she] doesn’t like doing other people’s work.” So, she takes me in the office, and starts telling me how to do it, and then gets distracted and starts playing with something on the computer and looking at things she had written down and mumbling “how is that possible, I don’t understand, blah blah.” This went on for like fifteen minutes. She finally turned back to me and asked “oh, where were we?”
I swear to god, I couldn’t remember.
So later on she comes out to stock the candy and asks me to help her.
“Sorry, I don’t like doing other people’s work.”
-- rakaur // 2005.07.02 @ 11:26 AM
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