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dragonlady7I am still in a bad mood. I brooded all through my shower about how that woman said "everyone says that" like i was lying to her when I told her I wasn't in charge of what the restaurant serves-- I mean, give me a fuckin' break, you think the menu director is going to be manning the cash registers or taking orders at the tables? Seriously. The "everyone" you're going to encounter in the daily running of the restaurant are probably serious when they tell you you're not the boss.
Mostly I'm just upset and bewildered, and more so because I didn't think to say any of these things at the time.
I am going to have another awful day today-- I looked at the schedule, and they're over-scheduled again. Manager will force me, again, to take an unpaid break (we're entitled to them but bartenders never take them unless they smoke. My coworkers both worked through theirs because maybe they weren't getting paid but they were making tips. I refused, on principle, and went and sulked by the last gate at the end of the airport; I missed out on a $40 table in the meantime. Cutting off one's nose because one's manager is an asshole.)
And I asked Z please to do the dishes from tonight's dinner. i don't want them building up into a big pile again, and I've been doing them every day right after we eat, but the dishwasher at work is broken, and so I spent half the day with my hands in soapy water hot enough to scald. As a result, I'm having an eczema flare. Taking a shower was horribly painful. Doing the dishes would be worse. (And also, I've done all the dishes this week as well as the laundry, and think it's sort of unfair.)
I also asked him to deal with the garbage, since it's garbage day and I was exhausted.
He didn't touch the dishes, and put the garbage out after I was asleep so i didn't know until I heard the truck and ran down in a panic to put it out and found that he had-- except that he had put out only the recycling his mom had left ready to go, and had left all our recyclables sitting on the counter, for no reason I could discern. I put them out.
So I'm in a rotten mood and mad at him, and none of it is helping. How the hell am I going to make it through today? It's not even 8 am and I already want to cry. Z's not going to be any help-- he'll just assume I'm mad at him for no good reason and it's my problem to deal with. Which I suppose it is, but it would be nice to have somebody express some interest in my problems for once.
Eh well. Off to do the math and figure out just how shitty I did in tips yesterday. Preliminary estimates suggest it's on the scale between somewhat shitty and just plain shitty.
Mostly I'm just upset and bewildered, and more so because I didn't think to say any of these things at the time.
I am going to have another awful day today-- I looked at the schedule, and they're over-scheduled again. Manager will force me, again, to take an unpaid break (we're entitled to them but bartenders never take them unless they smoke. My coworkers both worked through theirs because maybe they weren't getting paid but they were making tips. I refused, on principle, and went and sulked by the last gate at the end of the airport; I missed out on a $40 table in the meantime. Cutting off one's nose because one's manager is an asshole.)
And I asked Z please to do the dishes from tonight's dinner. i don't want them building up into a big pile again, and I've been doing them every day right after we eat, but the dishwasher at work is broken, and so I spent half the day with my hands in soapy water hot enough to scald. As a result, I'm having an eczema flare. Taking a shower was horribly painful. Doing the dishes would be worse. (And also, I've done all the dishes this week as well as the laundry, and think it's sort of unfair.)
I also asked him to deal with the garbage, since it's garbage day and I was exhausted.
He didn't touch the dishes, and put the garbage out after I was asleep so i didn't know until I heard the truck and ran down in a panic to put it out and found that he had-- except that he had put out only the recycling his mom had left ready to go, and had left all our recyclables sitting on the counter, for no reason I could discern. I put them out.
So I'm in a rotten mood and mad at him, and none of it is helping. How the hell am I going to make it through today? It's not even 8 am and I already want to cry. Z's not going to be any help-- he'll just assume I'm mad at him for no good reason and it's my problem to deal with. Which I suppose it is, but it would be nice to have somebody express some interest in my problems for once.
Eh well. Off to do the math and figure out just how shitty I did in tips yesterday. Preliminary estimates suggest it's on the scale between somewhat shitty and just plain shitty.
