Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Here's Your Future

Life has taken on this strange flow. I am starting to be a lot happier. I stopped eating glutten and I have to say, I feel amazing. My stomach doesn't hurt, and I am waking up easier. It's easier to go to sleep also. I've lost like 15 pounds, which is really nice. Work is less frustrating since they put me on food.

I'm on my second break of three today, working 11-9:30 (ish) and I really don't want to work this long. Though, whatever it gets me closer to my 40 for the week. I've started to walk home from work more, which has also helped me be happier. The little amount of excersize leaves me feeling quite good at the end of the day.

So, I have found the key to happiness. Eat right, excersize, and let shit go. I mean, if you dwell on the sadness it gets you down. Life is happy if you let it be, granted stuff happens that you really have no other response but sadness. Though don't let it become you. If you fall too far into it, there will be nothing else.

Dan and I have been getting along much better also, it's really nice. It feels like everything is starting to work out for the good again. Like things are finally fitting into place.

The song of the day... "Here's Your Future" by the Thermals.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Life...Again

So they put me on food today and it has gone almost perfect. I messed up on only three orders, and two of them were the other cook's fault. Well, it was nothing big, she just didn't mention until I was halfway through making the tacos that she had done half of them.

I feel happier, probably because I had morning sex this morning. It was nice, though D has his UA today and he says he's leaving town if he fails it. I really really hope he passes it. Though, if he's willing to throw us away over some legal trouble then clearly I don't mean that much to him.

N has been growing intellectually, well as much as is expected from a four-year-old. We have actual conversations, and when he is throwing a fit or being unreasonable I just tell him "Warning Time" and then it's easy to talk to him. It's been nice. I've been working so much though that I only get like three hours with him every day, not much time to fight. I haven't had to yell at him in a while.

Life is starting to gall into this weird flow, well today was the start. It was a nice day actually. The sun is out, it's chilly, but the sun is out! Hurray!

I have an inspection soon, and have not done anything to prepare. I need to just clean the house so they can come in and fix the problems, then I will pass the inspection. I know the hole in the door will be a mark against me. A big one so I have to take care of everything else...meaning I need to find a vacuum. My break is almost over though so I need to get off of here.

Fast Food Confessional Taco Style

I am so fed up with this job. There is nothing good about it

anymore. They have me running these registers from the

late nineteen-seventies, and I am like the crew bitch. The

manager, I fucking hate her. She's always singling me out,

or being rude to just me. Skipping my breaks. It's like, what

the hell did I do to her? I don't know, but clearly I pissed

her off somehow.

Here are a list of things they need to change.

The ancient registers, the whole working 6 days a week,

sometimes 11 hour shifts, the store layout is terrible. There

needs to be a gate on the front counter so that the people

can get in to take the order without having to walk through

the kitchen. Ah, yes, the kitchen. The walkways on the sides

of the steam line, are each about a foot, or two wide. Then

the fryers stick out about half a foot into the counter side

of line.

The owners have no clue how to run this store. Taco John;s

has such good quality food, it sort of sells itself. Though the

stores are always hurting for business. The locations are

crap, I'll give it that. Though we barely have 100 orders

before one in the afternoon.

Average order wait time is 5-10 minutes. That is part of

their problem, they don't work hard enough at speed for it

to matter that all the orders are generally right. Accuracy

only goes so far, speed of service is just as important. I

have worked at five fast food resturaunts, and this is by far

my worst experience ever. I genuinely hate coming to

work, I cry when I leave, sometimes in the middle of my

shift.

So needless to say I am looking for a new job. Only

problem, Ijust committed to paying my new babysitter $300

a month. I don't know if I'll be able to do that with a new

job.