Halloween training

ah, been a while since i posted eh? so here’s a pict for you to laugh at. all the act-cuteness drives me crazy too, don’t worry.

It’s halloween at work tonight, and technically, we were all supposed to dress up for halloween after all. it never happened though, and i was the only one on the floor who was dressed up. adamant that i will NOT remove my wings (after all, Vye and Ching could stay in their t-shirt and i don’t know wtf kampung clothes, so why should i change to look as uglified as them?!?!), i got re-shuffled into the kitchen pass instead of working on an actual section. Other than the fact that i lost 60 bux in tips (what niccie got instead for taking over my section), and having to face and train retarded new recruits, i don’t know what i should have been bitter over. Infact, my only problems were recruits the entire night, rather than moronic customers who returned 4 sauces in a row, and weird ones who ran away, so i should be glad.

Except, after a dry spell of 3 weeks without proper tips now, and having to face retarded recruits in that duration is driving me fucking nuts. i am stressed out from my exams and essays, and at work i have idiots who doesn’t listen to instructions, does not care for instructions and doesn’t seem to understand instructions.

1) left is for cutlery, right is for rammos. you throw them in the wrong direction, you cut the person who fucking cleans either one of the buckets if they aren’t prepared for knives in the rammos. that’s 4 people in a row now that have thrown knives in and didn’t care so much to take it out. so if i tell you to do your job, and do it right, and to rectify it by removing the damn knife from the bucket, do it.

don’t be all lame and tell me you are not putting your hands into the disgusting bucket. you throw it in, you take it out. you have absolutly no consideration for anyone who works here if you expect them to rectify the mistakes for you. fucktard. you think we enjoy putting our hands into god-awful buckets? but we APPLIED for the job, you included. so do what your job entails you to do - listen to instructions.

2) YOU… and YOU and YOU applied for the job to be a goddamn waitress. not the in-house hooker. stop trying to chat up the bar and the kitchen, especially when i am on duty in the kitchen. keep the fuck out. when i say you talk to the kitchen through me, i mean TALK TO ME NOT TO THE KITCHEN. and, it’s not because i am nazi or i love your voice. believe me, the last thing i really want is a female voice nagging off at me while i am marking off the docket ok. it’s because the kitchen hates hearing 193928392832 voices from the same direction and it’s because they complained to the new boss about you and your slutty ways. infact, you know those talks with the boss you had lately?

that’s right, you are going to get fired from this place soon if you don’t stop trying to chat up the entire company’s worth of guys. it’s all right if it’s not busy, i don’t think we really care, because i know at least i don’t. but 20 minutes after every 5 seconds worth of work? go die.

the other 2 of you? one of you is toeing that line, and the other one… you’ve already caused enough trouble tonight. i pray to god u don’t cause more, not because i like you, but because we are short-handed and will be even more so soon. however, i would gladly take on 3 sections if it comes to that.

remember, if you don’t listen to instructions, it’s always your fault, not the customers’.

3) the 2 bitches - i don’t know how you have been brought up. as far as i am concerned though, i usually wear new shoes with bandaids, and any sports shoes with socks.

maybe you thought it was cute eh, walking around with half your feet outta your shoes. but we are a restaurant. the image of stinky feet comes to mind when i see your feet hanging out of your shoes - it’s not the least bit attractive, cute, “MO-EE” or “KAWAII” so you can remove it from your mind. i am sure some customers would sympathise with you, but most might just think why are you so stupid?

going to Don and asking to switch to pass, when you are so unreliable and when he’s desperately trying to stop me from being presented to the world, and when he’s in a bad mood already from the mistakes you make - all will suffice to make him send you home because you are perfectly useless. trying to act cute ala anime style just pissed him off.

again - sports shoes = wear socks. new shoes = wear stockings/socks/bandaids.

being vengeful, and putting an entire table’s meals on hold when he sent you home, resulting in an entire table’s meals being an hour late will only get you fired, not just sent home.

yer, i would hate being you.

4) Dear Lina (one of the 3 recruits in 2) )

you have been here approximately 3months now, plus minus a few weeks yer? anything within the 60s range is in section 7, you knew that long enough. you also know that we re-arrange that table sometimes, so it can have weird numbers but they are present on the computers. when i said 66, and even pointed where it might be, and asked you to go ask Vye where it might be, i know you had be confused. infact, i expected you to be.

but on the 5th time you ask me where 66 is, i lost it ok. do i look like i am on section 7? do i look like vye? if i am to actually bring you there and point out the table to you, it lost the purpose of me being on the pass, and you running the plates. i might as well have brought it there myself.

also, i know you double check, sometimes triple check your orders. but, the point is, when you are actually TAKING THE ORDERS, you also attempt to verify the orders right there and then. not when you are already at the computer. 5 times tonight, you have fucked up orders. you are not only pissing me off, you are pissing customers off, you are pissing the kitchen off and you are pissing the managers off.

you missed work thrice last week, was late as many times. you pay about as much attention to your surroundings as a git: i have yelled your name 847398274832 times since you first started work 3 months back, and never once did you actually showed any sign of response, whether i was far away or directly behind your ass. Unless you gave us a fake name, i thought you would respond to it. yet, with the new recruit Mols, you have talked to her so much, it’s looking bad on her too. and you even tried to train her as well as order me around.

oh, and also, you stalk us around the goddamn restaurant while i am trying to train her. please fuck off back to the hole that you come from, you are distracting her with her childish giggle-fits that arised for no absolute reason and you are definitely the wrong person to train anyone.

especially because you have asked me 94839829048 times if to get you chargeable sauces for free, for drinks that doesn’t exist in the restaurant, for the most impossible meals to make, and for asking weird and retarded questions.

yes, i admit, i am bitchy and hateful tonight.

i love you too.

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