C's new nickname is "Jailbait."
Aug. 7th, 2005 02:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteToday has to be the fourth worst day in my life.
1st - Day Michelle died.
2nd - Day Scott broke up with me.
3rd - Day Joe broke up with me, or, quite possibly the day I got fired from AMC.
4th - Today.
Why? Because, one, this lead guy that I never see, D (who I sorta closed with tonight), while nice and somewhat funny, is slow as hell with a very odd, sort of stupid sense of humor (mold = penicillin? Er, no. Mold supposedly lead to the DISCOVERY of penicillin, but eating moldy bread doesn't cure anything). See, Jamba's a great environment for high schoolers, but they don't encourage nor require anything past that. That's great for all those people who don't like or never quite fit in the college/university environment, but it's no excuse for laziness or stupidity, let alone cheap pay and bad arguments.
I was supposed to get out at 12:15 this morning, and we weren't even halfway done. D was asking me to do stuff that was way too hard for a petite individual such as myself, let alone a GIRL. I'm sorry, but I am never even attempting to clean the mats, sanitize a trash can, or any of that BS again. And I'm sick of defending the various slow ass leads and managers for their incompetence and inability to stack up against older, wiser people (college-educated or not) who can run a restaurant/fast food place much better than they can.
Case 1: one of the managers... well, he was a lead before. R. I don't work with him much, and he seems to have a strange relationship going with G, a wannabe-lead (and a bit of a power-trippy makeup fiend). He sometimes disappears without notice, or stays past his break. And since he's a manager, he can edit his break time so everything checks out-- he never gets in trouble. I have SEEN him do this. Now, this guy is also in charge of our tips. Yeah, real trustworthy type, ain't he? Every two weeks, he's supposed to empty out the two steel buckets at the registers, count up the amount, and divvy it by the number of hours people worked during that two-week period. But of course, he hasn't done it in the past month. With my last paycheck bordering on minuscule (because of my week in SF), I was relying on that money, and his excuse was that he didn't have time to go a grocery store with a coin-counting machine (which takes 8/10 of every dollar we put in there!).
I can't stand that he does that, and I've told him as much- but he won't spend any money (even if Jamba will reimburse him) to get a coin-counting machine, or the extra half-hour it would take to count the coins the same way we do for the registers (in small drawers which we weigh on the money counter) and put them into rolls, which any bank will turn into bills. And he won't ask our GM for it, even though she would probably and plainly see the need for it. Tips or no, that's money we're supposed to get when we're scheduled, not two weeks or a month after!
Case 2: S. S is occasionally nice, letting me go home early so he can pull extra hours and finish my shift-- and sometimes he's even taken my shift when I've been in a bind. But one day earlier this week he prank called Jamba when I was in the back room, and called himself "Mike Jones." K, the one lead I like and get along with relatively well, told me immediately that it was S. I brushed it off-- he's a prankster who likes to make trouble (he likes to throw stuff at me; I've gotten hit with an empty sherbet bucket once and a lid another time-- both in the face). But this is honestly the last straw-- he fucking called TONIGHT at MY HOUSE at 1 o'clock in the morning, when my grandparents were ASLEEP!
And the only reason why I was awake, let alone home, was because Baba was worried about how I wasn't home at 12:30, when I should have been-- even if I walked home when I got off at 12:15. So Grandpa came to pick me up, and D let me go, leaving him and B to do the closing duties. Whatever-- even if I felt guilty about leaving early, it's D's fault for not starting the closing duties earlier, and it's the GM's fault for not assigning more than three people to close after a busy Saturday night! So I wrote a letter to A, the GM, explaining all this. But she won't be in until Monday at 8 (when I don't work), so even if she does read it when she gets in, who knows what she'll think.
Maybe she'll fire me. And if so, that'll be great (sarcastic), because I'm just going to a meeting for potential "transfers" at the CSUN Jamba this coming Saturday. Will they still hire me if #111 fires me? And for what reason... er, being unsatisfied with the management's ineptitude, not being able to touch the sanitizer water because of an allergic reaction and sensitive skin, not wanting to deal with dipshit, high school team members? GEE, I WONDER!?
I'm tempted to not even gotomorrow today, because A assigned me to close earlier and then come in at 11am. That's less than 11 hours apart. If it took me an hour to get home (it doesn't, but you have to allow that time for anyone in this area, whether or not they have a car/there's traffic), I wouldn't be home till 1:30am, which means if I did the "hygienic/normal" thing and had dinner and showered, that'd be another hour, and IF I WAS LUCKY, I could get asleep by 2:30am... leaving exactly 7 and a half hours to sleep, be up by 10, and leave a half hour later (since it DOESN'T take me an hour to get there, just a half hour walking/15 by car) to get there by 11.
If S is working tomorrow, or if ANYONE (J, C, ANYONE!!) gives me shit, I will say ONCE to the lead that I will walk out, and if anything happens again, I will. I don't care if they write me up (as far as I know, I've never been written up before) or if they fire me (hey, G, my favorite lead/mentor guy got fired, but he talked to the District Manager and he might get hired at another location!) or whatever. This much angsting is NOT worth it. And I don't like going to bed stressed, so I had to get this all out of my head now.
One more episode of Lois and Clark Season 3, and I think I'll call it a night.
1st - Day Michelle died.
2nd - Day Scott broke up with me.
3rd - Day Joe broke up with me, or, quite possibly the day I got fired from AMC.
4th - Today.
Why? Because, one, this lead guy that I never see, D (who I sorta closed with tonight), while nice and somewhat funny, is slow as hell with a very odd, sort of stupid sense of humor (mold = penicillin? Er, no. Mold supposedly lead to the DISCOVERY of penicillin, but eating moldy bread doesn't cure anything). See, Jamba's a great environment for high schoolers, but they don't encourage nor require anything past that. That's great for all those people who don't like or never quite fit in the college/university environment, but it's no excuse for laziness or stupidity, let alone cheap pay and bad arguments.
I was supposed to get out at 12:15 this morning, and we weren't even halfway done. D was asking me to do stuff that was way too hard for a petite individual such as myself, let alone a GIRL. I'm sorry, but I am never even attempting to clean the mats, sanitize a trash can, or any of that BS again. And I'm sick of defending the various slow ass leads and managers for their incompetence and inability to stack up against older, wiser people (college-educated or not) who can run a restaurant/fast food place much better than they can.
Case 1: one of the managers... well, he was a lead before. R. I don't work with him much, and he seems to have a strange relationship going with G, a wannabe-lead (and a bit of a power-trippy makeup fiend). He sometimes disappears without notice, or stays past his break. And since he's a manager, he can edit his break time so everything checks out-- he never gets in trouble. I have SEEN him do this. Now, this guy is also in charge of our tips. Yeah, real trustworthy type, ain't he? Every two weeks, he's supposed to empty out the two steel buckets at the registers, count up the amount, and divvy it by the number of hours people worked during that two-week period. But of course, he hasn't done it in the past month. With my last paycheck bordering on minuscule (because of my week in SF), I was relying on that money, and his excuse was that he didn't have time to go a grocery store with a coin-counting machine (which takes 8/10 of every dollar we put in there!).
I can't stand that he does that, and I've told him as much- but he won't spend any money (even if Jamba will reimburse him) to get a coin-counting machine, or the extra half-hour it would take to count the coins the same way we do for the registers (in small drawers which we weigh on the money counter) and put them into rolls, which any bank will turn into bills. And he won't ask our GM for it, even though she would probably and plainly see the need for it. Tips or no, that's money we're supposed to get when we're scheduled, not two weeks or a month after!
Case 2: S. S is occasionally nice, letting me go home early so he can pull extra hours and finish my shift-- and sometimes he's even taken my shift when I've been in a bind. But one day earlier this week he prank called Jamba when I was in the back room, and called himself "Mike Jones." K, the one lead I like and get along with relatively well, told me immediately that it was S. I brushed it off-- he's a prankster who likes to make trouble (he likes to throw stuff at me; I've gotten hit with an empty sherbet bucket once and a lid another time-- both in the face). But this is honestly the last straw-- he fucking called TONIGHT at MY HOUSE at 1 o'clock in the morning, when my grandparents were ASLEEP!
And the only reason why I was awake, let alone home, was because Baba was worried about how I wasn't home at 12:30, when I should have been-- even if I walked home when I got off at 12:15. So Grandpa came to pick me up, and D let me go, leaving him and B to do the closing duties. Whatever-- even if I felt guilty about leaving early, it's D's fault for not starting the closing duties earlier, and it's the GM's fault for not assigning more than three people to close after a busy Saturday night! So I wrote a letter to A, the GM, explaining all this. But she won't be in until Monday at 8 (when I don't work), so even if she does read it when she gets in, who knows what she'll think.
Maybe she'll fire me. And if so, that'll be great (sarcastic), because I'm just going to a meeting for potential "transfers" at the CSUN Jamba this coming Saturday. Will they still hire me if #111 fires me? And for what reason... er, being unsatisfied with the management's ineptitude, not being able to touch the sanitizer water because of an allergic reaction and sensitive skin, not wanting to deal with dipshit, high school team members? GEE, I WONDER!?
I'm tempted to not even go
If S is working tomorrow, or if ANYONE (J, C, ANYONE!!) gives me shit, I will say ONCE to the lead that I will walk out, and if anything happens again, I will. I don't care if they write me up (as far as I know, I've never been written up before) or if they fire me (hey, G, my favorite lead/mentor guy got fired, but he talked to the District Manager and he might get hired at another location!) or whatever. This much angsting is NOT worth it. And I don't like going to bed stressed, so I had to get this all out of my head now.
One more episode of Lois and Clark Season 3, and I think I'll call it a night.
