Drama, Drama, and More Drama

There is so much drama in the store now. So it was a bad day on Sunday, really bad. Anyhow, Dan called in and talked to S because I washed the dishes with cut up fingers. Anyhow, basically she complained to EVERYONE in the store about how I MADE him call in and talk to her. Okay, first off I was driving when he called, I took RC home and drove home to hear how he called her. I was really angry about it at first, but then I wasn’t because it was apparent to me that he was trying to help me. Anyhow, so now everyone is mad at me, no one gets free food. The sooner I leave the better. I just really hate how everyone freaked out without even asking me what was up. It is making me mad. Today is my Monday and I am going to go in and not talk to anyone. If they say anything I will give them the story, but I don’t think I will be working here much longer.

Fast Food Confessional #3

In fast food, or in my experience, it seems the title of manager automatically means you get to stop doing work on the floor when you're needed and do "manager work" in the back. I don't know about today but I am about ready to shoot someone. I have been taking and running my own orders since I got here at 3. I am so fucking done. I do not get paid enough to feel this way.
So, if you ask me to work in the back on food, don't tell me to run an order out, or fill up the ice in the lobby. Also, since I'm not a back person, don't get mad when I make food slowly. Its been months since I worked breakfast in the back. I am so done with Burger King. I am going to find another job after work. I am so freaking sick of being paid $7.35/hr and being expected to do all of this shit. Really? Like really? Wtf? I understand exceptions with this job, but being the manager's personal assistant so they don't have to do any real work is not part of my job description. It isn't. So stop asking me to do every little thing for you! It's alright for you to go smoke a cigarette or two every hour but whenever I ask, I have to wait for you to go first, then we get busy and it's your turn again.
I have lost respect for most of these people. The only ones I like anymore are people who are leaving soon. There is nothing here for me anymore. I am very tired of this job.
Another thing, don't bitch about employees if you do the same thing. All the managers here are stupid. All of them, in their own way. SM doesn't know how to count or spell... or leave grammatically correct messages. N thinks he is the assistant manager when he would never be, they would hire outside of work before they would promote him. S thinks she's untouchable, and she works hard yes. Though, she works hard on the things that should be the GM's duties and not her own. Granted all her shit gets done by the end of her shifts, but that's because I am her like personal servant and I let her walk all over me...and for what? I get nothing out of it.
I think it is time for me to move on, Monday and Tuesday will be spent finding a new job. I really need it. I need to change or I will snap and be out of a job without anything to fall back on.

It's a Luxury to Cry

(My stupid phone posted this on the wrong blog so I am copying and pasting it here.)

Once you become a parent, it becomes a luxury to cry, to mope, to feel sorry for yourself and all of that. My friend RC is going through some stuff right now and we were talking about that. I know how she feels, if it weren't for my son, sometimes I would just wallow over the things that don't seem to matter and fall into depression with the big stuff. I offered to watch her son for a night so she could wallow. Though to an extent I think the act of crying is important. It releases endorfins (spelling?) and makes you feel better. Though it is also important to be strong for your children. Lately I haven't had anything to cry about and for that I am grateful.

Im on my break at work right now and nothing sounds better than going to the store to get cigarettes, but I left my ID at home. Sad face! Anyhow, my friend is about to pop any day and I know I'm not alone is wishing that baby would hurry up and get here!!! I've been waiting months to see her... then again so has my friend. I am getting more and more excited every time I think about it. Road trip! So, hurry up and have that baby! (Lol)

Fast Food Confessional #2

I don't know if she realizes she is doing it, but S will give me like 15 tasks that take a great deal of time and expect me to get them all done, while taking orders in like five minutes. Then she asks me to do more things before im done, but uses a tone that makes it seem like she wants it done immediately. I understand that fast food is fast paced, but really? When I am doing the tasks of two people, tasks that definitely take longer than three minutes each all at once, she really needs me to drop everything to make her an iced coffee? She's nice about it too which makes it worse. I love her to death but when I joke about how when I write "S" on her cup it means "Slavedriver" part of me is serious.

Then there are the customers. I hate when they go "I want a... Can I get a... a... ummm... uh..." I'm like use real words, complete your sentences or don't say them at all!I also don't understand why they have to be so rude. Just because I work at Burger King doesn't mean I am unintelligent. It doesn't mean that I don't have feelings, and it surely doesn't mean that I live my life to make sure your burger is made correctly. We're not robots, things happen, people mess up. Freaking grow up and deal with it, I would gladly give you your money back or replace your order. There is no need to yell at me, or call me names. I don't understand why one person can be just nice as can be, then the next car in the line is the biggest d-bag you've ever met.

I also don't get people who yell at you for offering free stuff. We were doing a deal where if you bought a whopper you would get a free 20oz drink, and the amount of people who yell at you when you offer them something for free is ridiculous. Especially when they order the sandwich and the fries. Or when you ask them the required questions. Like if they want cheese? Is it in a meal? Do they want it small, medium, or large? We are required to ask those questions people, so don't get mad. There is no need.

People don't understand that if they are nice we will be nice back. Its common sense.

We also have this manager. She is the biggest suck up ever. It irritates me because it's her tills that are always off, her date stickers that are always wrong, he counts off, well you get the picture. She does this thing where she puts the hold time on the coffee pot with the grease pen. Which is actually against the policy. Though last night when I brought it up to her, she was like "this is how I do it so I know which one the time is for." So I said that it looked tacky and she was irritated at me for the rest of my shift. Honestly, it was like 7PM, why would we need 2 coffee up? We didn't even sell one.

Another manager we have is flamboyantly... bisexual. Well he says he's bi, I can see it. Not many other people can. He irritates everyone, granted he's 20, making him the youngest manager at our store. Well, he does everything wrong also. He is so full of himself that he thinks he's always right and that his word is law. He has screamed at the employees in front of customers before. He and my boyfriend got into a huge yelling fight one night. I wasn't there but from what I heard it was bad. N the manager had to be escorted home after his shift, and my boyfriend broke a headset.

Anyhow that's all the BK drama I have in me to talk about tonight.

Love?

Being someone who was rasied to believe that love and family are the most important things in the world because money only gets you so far and there doesn't seem to be much else people care about, I have always been very open to the idea of love. Now, I know you all probably think you know where this is going... seeing as I have found a new man friend. This is different though. I had the exchange in the photo with a friend today. It irritates me that he dated my best sister-friend, long distance but still they had a relationship, and then he posts something like that a month after they cut it off.

I believe in love, perhaps it's because I have a small child and he makes me see the world with different eyes, or perhaps it's because love isn't something to give up on. This year was all about self discovery, and so far I have learned far more about myself than I had thought I would by this point.

Anyhow, I need to go cash my paycheck and buy some crap.