Manager on vacation, secondary manager on medical leave. Has been week from hell. Seemingly everything that can go wrong has (DAMN RETROGRADE MERCURY!!!)

And to the one dumb bottle-blonde disrepectful selfish bitch of a co-worker I've had to put up with all week. Don't look at me like that when I ask you a question, or when I tell you you've done something that might not be the best thing. I have three years in, you have one and a half. I don't know your job no, but neither do you apparently. I was trusted with chores the manager usually does while she's away, so was Key...that doesn't make us management no, but it means you're probably better off listening to us. Also, have some fucking respect for your fellow employees...break schedules are made for a reason...we try our best to stick to them. 5 minutes matters. You ever notice that if anyone else is five minutes late returning they apologise, not argue. I Know I do it too - but you do it REGULARLY. You think people don't notice? Also, remember to log out of your fucking till before you dash off to lunch, we're all working on one tray this week - so if you don't sign out, I can't sign in, nor can anyone who might take secondary till to relieve the 10 person line that builds up...because WE DON'T HAVE YOUR CLERK NUMBER. And if you switch breaks TELL THE PERSON YOU'RE SWITCHING WITH. And when you go on breaks - remember that again, schedules are made for a reason - so people don't go at the same time. Don't take the reciever with you...or the other clerk...or whoever else happens to be around. When you ARE able to schedule your own breaks, remember it's a privledge, and you're meant to schedule them AROUND other people not with them. READ THE FUCKING SCHEDULE YOU MORON AND FOLLOW IT, IT'S NOT THAT HARD!!!!! And when someone TELLS YOU what you've screwed up, accept it with some grace - don't glare at all of us and act the fucking martyr. Don't sulk, don't snap, don't argue. And if I've gotten 'bossy' or 'snappy' with you, you'll notice it's only when i'm so frustrated with the situation that I can't see straight. You'll also notice that I apologise...even to you. You sail on your merry way and have NO IDEA WHAT WE'RE STRUGGLING WITH THIS WEEK. Of course not, it doesn't directly effect you. Oh and one more thing..no matter how late you get the message asking you to come in for an emergency shift...CALL BACK!! FOR FUCK'S SAKE SOMEONE'S MOTHER DIED!! HAVE SOME HUMANITY AND GIVE UP YOUR PRECIOUS FUCKING DAY OFF TO COME IN AND COVER FOR HER. You realise how much we had to scramble because you wouldn't get off your fucking ass and do the morally right thing? Three clerks short, me rescheduling a voice lesson I WON"T GET BACK...Key working three jobs...

Oh yeah, and when someone else is obviously on a tight schedule, even if it means nothing to you, try and get on your shift as fast as possible for the switch over. It's obviously important to them...and you sure as hell expect the same...miss I-page-some-one-from-break-if-they-dare-be-two-minutes-over-and-interfere-with-me...

AND when you're on shift. I have news for you, you're working. Even if you're just cleaning, it's not the social hour. Don't stand there talking to the other clerk - who I understand is your friend and that's cool - DO SOMETHING at the same time. Talk and clean, talk and count, talk and enter. You'll notice that's what the rest of us do. Or we pause and converse for five minutes and then go back to work. Note, five minutes, or less, not ten or more minutes at a time. Or don't talk. Pity you weren't around when the staff got called to meeting and were told flat out not to socialise on floor...maybe that would shut you the hell up.

Get it through your STUPID SELFISH BLONDE HEAD THAT THERE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE WORLD. If you respect them just a teeny itty bit...they will return the favour.

Er...sorry I really am fucking sick of this ditz...

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Originally posted by Lady Jasmine:
Manager on vacation, secondary manager on medical leave. Has been week from hell. Seemingly everything that can go wrong has (DAMN RETROGRADE MERCURY!!!)

Ahaa... So that's why, last weekend, we had to cope with a full house with only 3 of us waiters; and why one of the tills broke so there was a queue of us at the one till; and the printer in the bar broke (so we had to enter the order, print a receipt, take it to the bar, EVERY FUCKING TABLE, which is a lot of extra walking at the end of the day); and why then the printer at the kitchen broke, so we had to print THREE copies of every order, and walk twice as much extra; and then two of the barmen had a massive argument and one was sent home "to think"; and then the grill caught fire -bad enough to screw the kitchen schedule for the rest of the night but not bad enough we had to close and get a break. And why the till and printers were never fixed until Tuesday, and then the till broke again, then the printer in the kitchen was broken again today. And why on Sunday we never got a break coz it was too damn busy and then after the evening manager came in, for some obscure reason, REFUSED to give us breaks even though it was quiet enough (I was bitching about that so hard I was sent home early, heehee).

gah... and I thought my week was bad...

couldn't open the safe on Sunday night, so I call the 1-800 number. The bitch on the line tells me what I though was our main passcode was, in fact, not (nevermind that me and all the other managers had been using it all week). Then proceeds to tell me she'll look into it and call me back in 15 mins. Never calls back. So I stuff everything in the drawer the best I can, making a big mess in the process. Next morning I call again, the guy fixes it all in about 2 minutes...

And the rest of the week ws all downhill from there.

Also: Dear stupid customers, if your kids are wailing in the store, or throwing stuff around, maybe paying them some attention would be a good thing, instead of completely ignoring their behavior. That's incredibly disrespectful to workers and other shoppers.
And you can't at the same time complain that our shelves are empty, and that I'm in your way when I try to restock. Fucking dumbasses.

Wow

I guess this isn't really a rant then.

Dear catering sales department-
When you decide we are going to take on the account of another school because the main group fucked it up so regularly that said school will no longer do business with them-
do try to give us a bit more notice. After all, we built our reputation on (and they expect) executive level service. It would be nice to maintain that rep.
Also, despite what you think, that school is not attached to our complex by tunnel or skyway. Try to learn the campus you serve.

And we are not taking carts out of the building and pushing them over a bridge by hand to get there. So please, have someone return our van and take back the craptastic one they left us.

Thank You

(nonetheless hugs her job that she loves very very tightly)

*wants to stab coworkers to death*

this weekend SUCKED!

Dear Supervisor,

First of all, thank you for being so terribly understanding about all the medical leave I've had to take lately. You really could've made a stink as it was all on my wife's behalf but you chose not to. So, good show there, don't let it be said I don't give credit where credit is do.

Now then, about training. I've been working in the department for, what, four months now, and I've already taken on the task of training the new people. It means that every day with a new trainee I end up working at about half my capacity as we babystep through work procedures. It means half an hour of prep before the person gets there and half an hour afterwards.

I wrote all of my own training material at home because, despite the fact I can apparently stand to spend a whole day at training, the idea of giving me half a day at one of the many unmanned computer stations represents a dramatic departure from normal business practice.

And now you tell me that, despite your word, you aren't going to be putting to get me a bonus for going so far above the call of duty for my job description because "someone would've done training eventually anyway." No, they wouldn't have. You said yourself when I started that no one did training, people were just thrown into their jobs and wished good luck.

All the best,
DiD

Dear Old Job:

Having a fun time, glad you're not here.

- Me

Dear Finance Department from the crappy company I work for:
Could you please stop being incompetent about my payslips? Starting with, could you change the title in it? I'm a female, you know, so pelase stop addressing them to "Mr Surname". Coz when I went to the Inland Revenue they didn't believe that was me, what with me being a female and all.
Secondly, you are applying a tax rate that's not the one I should be in. Which obviously means I'm paying almost 50% of my salary as tax, when I shouldn't, and since the company's not giving me many hours (newer people are getting more hours than me, I already complained about this and still nothing's been done, HELLO??!! ANYBODY THERE!!), that means I am struggling to get by. Maybe you don't understand the "struggling" concept, I imagine that the free-of-tax 10% Service Charge you're charging unaware customers and NOT giving to the staff, together with your usual earnings, means YOU are not struggling.
And, finally: what is that SHIT of suddenly changing the amount you pay be for the hour? The manager said he'd fix this, but I am surprised it happened at all.
So will you please pay some fucking attention to what you're doing, and, just as a wrning, I am expecting all that tax returned to me at the end of your tax year, or the next "letter2 I write to you won't be in this forum, but in your fucking desks.

(Mental note: start looking for other jobs)

Internet filters at work. Okay, I understand the purpose behind them. Don't want people checking out certain stuff at work, I get that. But now I can't check my fucking blog! I'm slightly flattered that when I click on the site it says "Restricted due to mature, adult content and language." But then I realized I can't even go to the log on page. Give me a fucking break. I can't update my blog. I can't read the nice comments people put there. I can't even look at anyone else's blog. Take off the bloody filter!!!

Heh. I think someone turned off the filter at my work. Cooooooooooool.

*pauses and gets slightly apprehensive*

Or are they luring me into a trap?

Can't help it, I'm addicted. Post post post.

I'm the only person at my workplace not on drugs. It's depressing.

Really? Lol.
Do tell.

i'm going back to work, 11.5 hours after i left.

boo.

Well, if school counts as work, then:

The admin people putting up the SonicWall filter.
Examples:
*I go to the Principia Discordia. No go. "Site blocked by SonicWALL: Reason: Cult/Occult". GIVE ME A BREAK.

*When I went to a dinosaur website for my Earth Science class: "Site blocked by SonicWALL: Reason: Intimate Apparel/Swimsuits".

*I want to get a better look at a medieval drawing of a sun on a shield: "Site blocked by SonicWALL: Reason: Militant/Extremist"

ARRGH!

This message has been edited. Last edited by: The LURRRVELY Miss P.,

DON'T DRINK MY FREAKING MOUNTAIN DEW. YOU MAKE MORE MONEY THAN ME. YOU CAN AFFORD TO BUY YOUR OWN.

I got a ten cent raise today. Woopie.

We got moving and handling training the last 2 days (helping people in and out of wheelchairs, bed, sitting up rolling over etc.), and I didn't even get to go in the slingy hoisty thing for moving heavy people around.

BAH I tell you!


edin- BUT I got paid and didn't have to wipe anyone's bum or get vomited on once for it, so it's not all bad. (Oh the joys of working with children.)

Gack! Gotta get up at 6am tomorrow. Wrong, wrong, wrongeroo.

To the groups of moms that go out for lunch together with their babies/toddlers/kids:
You'd think that finally finding some time to meet up with friends for lunch in a kids-friendly restaurant would be a nice thing for you. You'd think that being able to have lunch and not worry about your kids making a noise or them needing special food would mean quite a lot. Maybe it doesn't, after all, what I do I know.
But any idiot would see that even though we're child friendly, having a table with four adults and 5 or 6 kids under the age of 4 is a fucking pain in the arse.
Listen, you smugmommies: from the moment you walk in, you mean extra work for us. We have to specially arrange tables for you to make space for the booggies[sp?], we get you high chairs, we get you kids menus, and "activity sheets" so your kids are entertained and crayons for them to colour them in. You get free food for your kids, and free drinks. We heat up your bottles or your baby foods, we get you extra napkins, we bring the kids food first so they don't get nasty. We put up with your kids crying or screaming or running around, you might be used to it, but, fresh news: it's annoying, especially since they are just one of the dozens of screaming kids we hear EVERY DAY.
And, check this out, coz then you leave and you think it's all fine, out of sight out of mind? After you leave, we must re-arrange the tables again, and clean ALL THE FUCKING CRAP your kids left behind: chips over the tables and the floor, mashed peas stuck to the floor, ketchup all over the menus, the activity sheets, the half-eaten crayons, drinking straws all over tha place. And the wet baby towles you used to clean the food off their mouths? With their drool all over them and that you left lying casually around? We clean that up as well.

It takes 3 times as much time to clean up one of your tables as it does to clean on of any other table, plus you need 4 times the attention, and I reckon I at least 3 times as much journeys from and to the table for you as with any other customer.
So you could at least show some fucking appreciation. Like, what about leaving a tip? I don't think I have in 4 months seen a moms' table leave a tip, to me or any of my colleagues. But I understand maybe you're trying to save now, or are not too well off? No problem. How about, instead of just saying an automatic "Thank you" while you hurry out and don't even look at your server's face, try an "I appreciate all your work, thanks" or "Thank you for your effort". And while we're at it, how about a "Sorry for the mess"? You know, when your kid spills the whole drink (duh, your kid is 2 and tried to hold a pint glass by himself, what did you think would happen?) on the floor and the waitress is crouching and trying to dry it, while someone else had to go look for the "wet floor" sign to put in the middle of the aisle so no one slips, you do NOT say "Ah, the joys of being a mom". Because the waitress is not a mom, is certainly not YOUR kid's mom and I DON'T SEE YOU FUCKING KNEELING DOWN AND FUCKING CLEARING THE MESS!!!!!

So, all of you ungrateful bastards: try to be fucking nice, coz your kids are going to grow up into all the other types of ungrateful bastards we have as customers every day.


Like:

To the 2nd most annoying type of customers:
Your food is ordered and brought to your table by a person, as in, a human being (and not a two-legged anonymous entity). Saying "thanks" and "please" does not make you polite. I don't fucking give a damn about thank you and pelase IF YOU DO NOT FUCKING LOOK AT ME IN THE EYE. When you communicate something to someone (as in, "I want a Margarita pizza"), you look at them, not at the table or the menu. And even if you have tacitally appointed someone else as the table's spokesperson, you can still look at your waitress in the eye. You won't turn into a stone statue.
Yet.


And, finally,
To the newest member of the team:
You do NOT take the bill to someone else's table, then accept their payment, and then keep their money and go on with your work until the person asks you whether that table paid or not.
You tell me inmediately when someone asks for the bill, so I can take it to them and accept their payment myself. If you do have to accept payment from another table, you tell the perosn immediately.
If you cannot do that, you leave it somewhere "neutral", like, anywhere that's not your pocket.
Coz, you know, then the person might start thinking why it is that you leave their credit card receipts at the central till but then kept their cash in your apron.
All right?

attention michaels customers: just by virtue of working there, I did not overnight turn into an expert on every single craft on the face of the planet. I do not do emboidery, or decoupage, or knitting. sorry (as a matter of fact I don't do any crafts, but that's beside the point). when you go to walmart, you don't ask the dude stocking the cauliflower advice on automotive oil. you don't go to the jewelery department to ask what to feed the beta fish. so leave me the fuck alone already.

also, if you want to be refunded in full for your purchase made at another store location, bring your damn receipt. because I am not responsible for what corporate policies state, and I will damn well abide by them, I don't give a shit if you're losing 100 bucks in the process. the return policy is printed on every receipt, just read it.