OMFGWTFBBQ I wanna quit.
Feb. 2nd, 2009 07:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darkdragonoftheneverWell, this weekend has been pure and utter hell that yours truly gets to rant and rave about. And a quick note to self before I start: revamp icons and make them the same for all my accounts with the same name. It'll so make this 'posting to multiple journals' thing so much easier and I'll be able to use the same kick ass icon on all three or four I update at a time. Me? have too many journals? Surely you jest. XD
So, we're going to do things the good ol' "lj-cut" way. Because I seriously have a lot to rant and rave about.
Saturday
So, Friday was a great night, seeing as we had an extra person until 3 that knew wtf they were doing and got through it with little to no problem. In fact, we got a lot done that I didn't expect to get done, such as take out a nice chunk of my cleaning list for the cleanliness report.
Saturday was non stop from the time I went in, about 9:45 when I got there, until four in the morning with maybe two five minutes breaks in the entire 6 hour slot. Otherwise? We were wrapped around the drive thru, and had people sitting at the speaker because of the lines were that backed up. And whoever thought the 50pc nugget was a great idea? Yah. I wanna shoot that bastard in the head. Point blank. It's bad enough we were slammed, but waiting on 50 nuggets when two bags (one bag-24 nuggets. two bags-48 nuggets. 2 bags fit in a basket at a time to cook.) are not enough. And on top of that? 170 nuggets sold in one order alone. Pile on top of that my third person having a family emergency which leaves myself, my service person, my grill person, a manager learning how to do monthly counts, and the store manager, you'd think that we'd be fine.
Fuck no.
Neither of the other two would take time out of their "busy jobs" to help out. Well, much. We got Helen to drop product and Nessa to drop fries like, twice the entire night. And bitching that she had to help us. Hmm. Such a great role model right there. Let me tell you. Lobby didn't get done until about 4:30 when I usually have it done by at least 12:30, which meant that all those dishes were waiting. Didn't get out of there until 7:15 and that was with the morning manager not doing a pre-shift. We were that backed up and behind. It was just busy and hectic the whole damn night and I was so happy when it was over.
And if Jim-bo-bob thinks that this 50 nugget thing is gonna go over well, he's nutso. I hate it. It takes up too much time and has too much ability to create enough waste for the entire day rather than just one shift. At least Helen said my lobby looked good. I hope so. I kick that lobby's ASS.
Sunday
Last night started out great. No, better than great. The previous shift was dead because of the Super Bowl and had some extra stuff done. Not as much as they could have, but seeing how the previous two days they had nothing done, I couldn't complain. Especially with the crew they had. everything was going fine until about 11:10 when this bitch came through drive-thru. I'm just gonna scan in the note and throw it in here when I'm done writing and have the image in the post because I don't want to talk about it anymore and it would be best if I just do that. Me? Like the easy way out of things? Never.
Although it was slow, neither of my people were proficient at their areas, and therefore, we had a lot to do when the morning crew came in. Why? Because for some damn reason, the new guy still hasn't figured out that you don't go back to have a smoke when it's dead. You get your work done and then go the extra mile because Mel isn't like the weekend managers and will expect nothing but perfection. Especially when Helen decides to come in early like she did. As in an hour and a half. So that was fun. Especially when my grill guy has to be out of there before six, since his ride has to be at work at 6:30.
So, somehow, after a dead night, I ended up staying 22 minutes after six. wtf. Really. It pisses me off to no end that I should have been out of there before six, and instead stayed after. Because it's too much of a hassle for the morning manager to do her pre-shift before she started doing inventory for truck. I swear, one of these days, I'm going to get into a verbal fight and I am NOT going to back down. I've already shown that I have claws. Too bad for them, I will use them shortly if need be.
For those that read Sunday's rant, this is what I was talking about.
Please don't mind the grammar errors. I wrote it really fast since I had other/better things to do.And the images were huge, so I put them in my album that's just sitting around.
Part one
Part Two>
I'm scared to see how far those images stretch the page.
So, got my taxes back, looking to buy a new laptop, possibly. If I do, I want the ones that are that nifty writing/drawing pad. Or a new tablet/external hard drive. The latter seems to be more appropriate, as they are both something that I've been dying to get my hands on.
Peace,
needs to go to bed to be up early today psycho
So, we're going to do things the good ol' "lj-cut" way. Because I seriously have a lot to rant and rave about.
Saturday
So, Friday was a great night, seeing as we had an extra person until 3 that knew wtf they were doing and got through it with little to no problem. In fact, we got a lot done that I didn't expect to get done, such as take out a nice chunk of my cleaning list for the cleanliness report.
Saturday was non stop from the time I went in, about 9:45 when I got there, until four in the morning with maybe two five minutes breaks in the entire 6 hour slot. Otherwise? We were wrapped around the drive thru, and had people sitting at the speaker because of the lines were that backed up. And whoever thought the 50pc nugget was a great idea? Yah. I wanna shoot that bastard in the head. Point blank. It's bad enough we were slammed, but waiting on 50 nuggets when two bags (one bag-24 nuggets. two bags-48 nuggets. 2 bags fit in a basket at a time to cook.) are not enough. And on top of that? 170 nuggets sold in one order alone. Pile on top of that my third person having a family emergency which leaves myself, my service person, my grill person, a manager learning how to do monthly counts, and the store manager, you'd think that we'd be fine.
Fuck no.
Neither of the other two would take time out of their "busy jobs" to help out. Well, much. We got Helen to drop product and Nessa to drop fries like, twice the entire night. And bitching that she had to help us. Hmm. Such a great role model right there. Let me tell you. Lobby didn't get done until about 4:30 when I usually have it done by at least 12:30, which meant that all those dishes were waiting. Didn't get out of there until 7:15 and that was with the morning manager not doing a pre-shift. We were that backed up and behind. It was just busy and hectic the whole damn night and I was so happy when it was over.
And if Jim-bo-bob thinks that this 50 nugget thing is gonna go over well, he's nutso. I hate it. It takes up too much time and has too much ability to create enough waste for the entire day rather than just one shift. At least Helen said my lobby looked good. I hope so. I kick that lobby's ASS.
Sunday
Last night started out great. No, better than great. The previous shift was dead because of the Super Bowl and had some extra stuff done. Not as much as they could have, but seeing how the previous two days they had nothing done, I couldn't complain. Especially with the crew they had. everything was going fine until about 11:10 when this bitch came through drive-thru. I'm just gonna scan in the note and throw it in here when I'm done writing and have the image in the post because I don't want to talk about it anymore and it would be best if I just do that. Me? Like the easy way out of things? Never.
Although it was slow, neither of my people were proficient at their areas, and therefore, we had a lot to do when the morning crew came in. Why? Because for some damn reason, the new guy still hasn't figured out that you don't go back to have a smoke when it's dead. You get your work done and then go the extra mile because Mel isn't like the weekend managers and will expect nothing but perfection. Especially when Helen decides to come in early like she did. As in an hour and a half. So that was fun. Especially when my grill guy has to be out of there before six, since his ride has to be at work at 6:30.
So, somehow, after a dead night, I ended up staying 22 minutes after six. wtf. Really. It pisses me off to no end that I should have been out of there before six, and instead stayed after. Because it's too much of a hassle for the morning manager to do her pre-shift before she started doing inventory for truck. I swear, one of these days, I'm going to get into a verbal fight and I am NOT going to back down. I've already shown that I have claws. Too bad for them, I will use them shortly if need be.
For those that read Sunday's rant, this is what I was talking about.
Please don't mind the grammar errors. I wrote it really fast since I had other/better things to do.And the images were huge, so I put them in my album that's just sitting around.
Part one
Part Two>
I'm scared to see how far those images stretch the page.
So, got my taxes back, looking to buy a new laptop, possibly. If I do, I want the ones that are that nifty writing/drawing pad. Or a new tablet/external hard drive. The latter seems to be more appropriate, as they are both something that I've been dying to get my hands on.
Peace,
needs to go to bed to be up early today psycho
