What a fecking horrid night.
Started out all right. I ended up getting punk'd by my own manager, who prank called me from the other line and made a huge order. Took me about a half hour to get it all together on the checks when it was revealed that it was him the whole time. Ended up chasing him into his own office where he had to jam the door closed to prevent me from giving him a whupping.
That was fine, that was just known to the employees and myself. But then he put a rather offensive sign on my back, which customers saw. That pissed me off. My bitch slacker of a coworker barely lifted a finger to help the whole night, then left early without telling me while I was expecting her to bring a couple to-go orders to the front, making them wait and their food got cold and I had to deal with their bitching. Got out of work ten minutes late due to a severely backed-up register line, then was hoping to talk to someone about it and vent a bit, but now I won't get the chance to.
I was so stressed and upset that I cut myself for a few minutes.
All my social plans have fallen apart. I give up. Been making plans with people for months, only to have them keep breaking them. I'm tired of going out of my way for people, helping them with problems, and getting shit in return. Fuck that. I'm not making plans anymore.
(end rant)
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Started out all right. I ended up getting punk'd by my own manager, who prank called me from the other line and made a huge order. Took me about a half hour to get it all together on the checks when it was revealed that it was him the whole time. Ended up chasing him into his own office where he had to jam the door closed to prevent me from giving him a whupping.
That was fine, that was just known to the employees and myself. But then he put a rather offensive sign on my back, which customers saw. That pissed me off. My bitch slacker of a coworker barely lifted a finger to help the whole night, then left early without telling me while I was expecting her to bring a couple to-go orders to the front, making them wait and their food got cold and I had to deal with their bitching. Got out of work ten minutes late due to a severely backed-up register line, then was hoping to talk to someone about it and vent a bit, but now I won't get the chance to.
I was so stressed and upset that I cut myself for a few minutes.
All my social plans have fallen apart. I give up. Been making plans with people for months, only to have them keep breaking them. I'm tired of going out of my way for people, helping them with problems, and getting shit in return. Fuck that. I'm not making plans anymore.
(end rant)
Ever want the short, short, short version of a book? Go here.
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I'm glad I work in a call center environment. At least then I can make faces and flip the bird at people who piss me out. Perhaps I should get a voodoo doll to stick push pins into as well...((((HUGS))))
[Edited on Nov 16, 2004 10:27AM]