… eh… that’s a lot of hours i have did this week past. oh wells, i am cutting down for this coming week anyways, probably not by alot, but enough to make a difference.
alot happened in the past week though, beyond just work.
Dear Bitches,
hi. i have been working non-stop for the past week. even what’s meant to be my off days/periods, i ended up thinking of work because of nightmares like you. most importantly, if you think you’re so great, might i just remind you, you’re just a waitress.
To Vye:
sup? we did 231 people tonight, according to the computer. of which 151 were already pre-booked. which means the rest are walk-ins, and they pretty much come in about the same time as each other. i know you 2 morons have the big (and pre-booked) sections, and they both come in pretty late, so the night is “quiet” for you.
might i just remind you though, that your duties are also to work as a fucking team member? if someone ask you nicely for help, don’t say ok, and fucking walk back to the till and look around like you’re bored. and then 10 minutes later, holler at the new girl to do her work. you aren’t doing yours, so don’t give me that shit.
and when Jen asked you why didn’t you at least tell her you’re not interested in helping her, don’t tell her, “Jen, it’s a quiet night, you should be able to handle your section.” well then, bitch, you can go handle your own section.
it’s a quiet night, isn’t it? go carry the plates to your section. That’s right, all 40 of them up on section 4, and all 25 of them in the room. don’t throw plates at the pass, you won’t get me to help you at all. don’t even try staring either, IT’S A QUIET NIGHT, YOU CAN HANDLE IT, CAN’T YA?
Dear Ching:
hey. you know, when i first took it out on Vye for being an anal stupid bitch, i wasn’t intending to involve you. but, constantly staring me down didn’t help my already foul mood. you think i am scared of you girls? i have seen worse. i have been threatened by real gangs before, so you’re nothing but a wannabe in my eyes.
but what made it worse for you, was you did exactly something i despise in F & B industry:
Carrying out the mud cake tonight, you tried to actually do your work, but failed again, in carrying 3 plates. not only that, u had the chocolate sauce and ice cream drip all over you. cleaning it up with a serviette from your legs is ok.
cleaning up the plate with that same serviette is not.
you may think your leg is clean. to me, i have not known where those 2 stubs have been to. so please, fuck off and stop attempting to clean the plates with serviettes that touched your leg.
ignoring me thereafter, and dumping both mudcakes with me when i only have one problem to solve, is unprofessional. you made me bellow at you from that distance, so don’t whine to Vye that i yelled at you, because you fucking deserved it. Don’t just walk away when you’re done. Don’t ignore me when i call you. Don’t look like i killed your mum when i bellowed at you.
infact, just, COOPERATE WITH EVERYONE!??!
and Cookie…?
stop harassing the waitresses. Really. if we lose one more waitress because of your fucked up attitude, i WILL suggest to new boss that perhaps you should waiter every time someone quits because of you. and, i will make sure, YOU TRAIN UNDER ME, SO YOU CAN FEEL HOW STRESSED OUT WE ALL ARE, WITH AND WITHOUT YOUR STUPIDITY!
thank you.
no love,
Panda.
ok. i don’t know what the hell went wrong today. between swearing, and wanting to stab and bite some people in my face, i seriously considered going angry just ONCE so that no one will fuck with me ever again at work. (yes, funnily, i don’t think i have considered whatever temperaments i showed at work as actually losing it)
1) i was alone with Don for my afternoon shift. the least he could do was really support me from the sidelines, such as answering the bell. but no, he was chatting away at the bar, between serving drinks.
2) (ok, he apologised for this, but u know… i have to whinge about it abit) between me running from one big table to the next, ensuring that all customers were happy with their food AND clearing plates and making coffees and stuff, waif suddenly dinged the bell twice.
i saw no food, so i stopped over, and screeched, “WHAT?!”
“can i have some coffee?”
“WHAT?! NO! I AM BUSY!”
let’s just say, i loved the expression on his face right at that point coz i probably looked fucking pissed off too. in my head, all i could think of was, “WTF?!!? i am in the middle of getting slammed and this idiot asked me for COFFEE?!!?” and his expression was like, “!!!!!! wth she’s going crazy!!!” DUH
3) i have this new girl whom i think i shall nickname Enchanted, simply coz i am associating her name with that crazy cute movie. but she’s not cute, just an association mind you.
Enchanted probably isn’t all that newb anyways, give or take about 3 weeks now i believe. i have mentioned her before though, i think. She’s a new girl, but she’s been trying to “boss” us oldies around. that’s fine sometimes u know, because sometimes we do bludge on our jobs a little, or we get absent-minded, and it had be nice to know what’s happening.
the problem we have with Enchanted is that she isn’t even watching her own sections, or making sure she isn’t making much mistakes. she’s all over the shop, though, trying to make sure WE DO OUR JOB when she isn’t doing hers. Tonight, with me already in a shit mood, i absolutly hated it and finally snapped. she made so much mistakes tonight it wasn’t funny.
Some order got screwed up and forgotten. and all she was concerned about wasn’t the customer, nor the food that went missing, but finding out the culprit who “dared to fuck up” (that’s how the entire attitude felt to me anyways). i got pissed off and yelled at her, “can u just concentrate on SATISFYING the customer rather than trying to find who the hell made the mistake?”
and would you believe it, she was so concerned about finding the culprit that she didn’t hear me ask for the meal, and apparently asked for the second one. THEN, whined about having a second one turn up. WOMAN! I JUST ASKED THE KITCHEN INFRONT OF YOUR STUPID FACE!
then she tried to make sure we closed properly, made our customers pay properly, fucking followed me around my section ensuring that I DID MY JOB. yo, get off my ass. i don’t need you tell me my section needs 24 sets of cutlery. let me tell you a secret ok? i have worked on this section for 3 months in a row before, i KNOW how many people i can squeeze into the entire section even, much less know how much cutlery it needs. so don’t you tell me what to do.
4) i don’t think i ever mentioned this. due to some childhood accident of sorts, lyz doesn’t have much of a hearing left on one side of her ears (left or right i can’t remember). she misheard some orders tonight, and also made quite a few mistakes, and then heard the kitchen wrongly when they said we didn’t have something - which resulted in a 3-table minor catastrophy (one of them were being dickwads, and it just turned out to be MINE).
at the end of the night, i found her almost in tears, and just trying to hold back. we had been trying so hard to cheer each other up through out the night, complete with hugs and unreasonable laughter over the most retarded things, that i think we both just snapped. me, at my colleagues rather than at myself, and her at herself.
i hugged her yet again, where she tried to brush off her tears as sneezing, and showed the bell that amused her to no end. earlier on in the night, kitchen pissed me off so bad, i kidnapped the stupid bell (they kept dinging it like some funeral peal ) and it kept going off in my apron.
the funny thing was, tonight wasn’t even all that busy. i was just sick (the usual pms diarrhoea that i hope to be cured off one day), exhausted, and wish people had be a LITTLE MORE COOPERATIVE!
whatever. tomorrow’s a new day. i will bring wax strips to work, to torture any prick that gets on my nerves.
stupid bitches.