Okay, I know, I'm abusing my on-campus access of the 'Net here, but I feel extremely compelled to complain right now, as I just got off work, and any day I work with K just makes my life a living HELL. On top of that, the ITR job I was applying for has apparently been filled, even though when I first got my application on Friday, no one in the ITR room knew anything about a job opening... and when I went today, it had already been filled (even though we had off on Monday, and few people seemed to know about the position, as it was only advertised through scant bulletins). But they're going to MAYBE interview me, and if I pass their test (ugh, I hope no tests of Excel skill are involved, otherwise I'll need a crash course) then I can be put in the "queue" for the people wanting to help out SPRING semester. Oh, joy.
In any case, I hope Francis, the GM of Red Robin, holds to his word and he remembers me and considers me a good candidate for Red Robin when it opens in Northridge, because frankly, I am SICK of Jamba Juice. Sick of the company, sick of the people. Yes, it's a smaller store with fewer hours, but the attitude of K is more than enough for one store.
Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise: there is no pride to be had working for over a year at a minimum wage job. It makes you look pathetic. Anyone with half a brain should seek a job that befits their intelligence and skill, and keep pursuing said job until they land it, or at least get their foot in the door of the company that has that job. If you don't have a BA/MA/PhD/Whatever or are going for one, then at least pursue a job related to your hobbies. If you like driving, try working at an auto technician's shop. The examples go on and on.
What I hate most about K (and people like her) is that beyond that sickening sense of pride they get for doing something so mundane, so stupid, so run-of-the-mill, is her "I know it all, I'm the boss" attitude. One, she's not the boss-- P is. And he is for a reason. I don't know why, I don't CARE why, but I hate how a) she didn't even show up to the meeting like everyone else did; b) she didn't bother to politely introduce herself to me, and in fact, she never bothers to be polite to me at all; and c) she thinks that being a lead automatically elevates her to Kilamanjaro status over Team Members, whether they're transfers (like me) or newbies (like some of our other hires). A lead does not do anything a Team Member doesn't do, except check people out/do voids and have access to the safe. THAT IS IT. Team Members know how to take apart every mahcine, they know how to brix the water to juice concentrate, they know how to count their reg and clock out.
Among other things, she also...
a) feels the need to call people "babe" and "darling" and similar things. She's not from the South, where an accent and native "slang" like that might be okay. She's from frickin' Sacramento, I'm sad to say. She thinks she knows everything, when her brain is truly the size of a pea (if she has one at all), and it's probably lodged somewhere in the nether region of her ginormously fat ass. I find her calling me anything other than my name derogatory and offensive, and if she calls me one of those things ONE MORE TIME, I do not give a shit if I am on the line in front of 20 people, I will tell her not to call me that. She is not a family member, she is not my friend. She may have seniority over me, but I sure as hell am not obligated to respect her or put up with her BS.
b) thinks she is right all the time. As I said, her brain is close to non-existent. She doesn't know the meaning of the word "argument," and for a supposed college student, she sure doesn't seem to understand that rushing from one place to the other here on campus takes time. If I am assigned to start work at 4:15, I will show up at 4:15, not 4:00 so you can nag me, so I can be shoved around in that tiny, slippery, sticky back area, and not so I can stay for longer than I absolutely need to (even if I would get paid for it). She thinks that 2-5 minutes is late enough to warrant warning me every time we have the misfortune of working together; minutes that I use merely to put my shirt, visor, and apron on. Meanwhile, once I actually AM on the line, the people I'm taking over for are still working, counting their reg, or pouring drinks. Why the hell am I even clogging up the front area when they're still here!?
c) seems to think that it's not excusable for me to ask questions when things are done differently from the Jamba Juice where I transferred from. On top of that, she seems to think that 4 months = no experience, when I had enough experience to be a lead at my old store. I came up with more ideas, helped out more, and was older than most of the other staff members. I was and *AM* responsible, and K feels the need to belittle me and treat me like I child, and I DO NOT LIKE IT.
In short, I hate her. I don't waste time talking smack about her or complaining about her when she really steams me. She's rude, she's condescending, she's snotty, she thinks she's a know-it-all, and damn it all, she really needs to be lowered a peg or two. Technically I should talk to P before going over their heads to Jamba Corporate, and I think I will the next time. But I don't do the "group talk" thing. K just pisses me off now, and there's not going to be any hope for us to work together or "make amends" or some BS. So I will tell Pete, and I will *ASK* if it is possible to not be scheduled with her (D, the other lead, is great fun to work with. They should have other leads, but they don't).
And I'm holding out hope that in October, I can have one more interview with Red Robin, and I can start immediately. I'd love to give my 2 wks. notice in advance of the interview, but that might screw me over if I'm too optimistic. If I do get hired at RR though, I don't want to put up with any more BS than I absolutely have to, so hopefully by October, my hours will have died down enough to where I can just be like "Fuck you, I'm outta here" and that's it.
*sigh* So Writing, Reporting, and Ethics II (WRPII) is due to start any minute now. My assignments are done, I've just got a bit of catch-up reading to do. My laptop should come in a day or so, and I'll mail out my PS2 and finish cleaning my room the second I get the chance. What sucks balls is that I'll be working till close tomorrow and Friday (at least on Friday, "close" is 3pm). So far, so bad: work this week has made me dread what kept me going through a horrible summer, and now I'm looking forward to every weekend, as though Yu-Gi-Oh is the highlight of my week. That's pretty sad.
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