So my night at work goes as follows.
I get in, and have a fight with my boss over the phone because he wants me to work monday night from 11pm to 6am, and I refused. I know he's shorthanded, but (a) I have plans with Kira, PhrougBhouy and the other usual suspects, and (b) since my last day off, which was now 10 days ago, my schedule has been as follows -
Thursday, 11pm - 6am
Friday, 11pm - 6am
Saturday, 11pm - 6am
Sunday, 3pm - 10pm
Monday, 11pm - 2am
Tuesday, 9am - 4pm
Wednesday 11am-1.30pm
Thursday 11pm - 6am
Friday 11pm - 6am
And I still have
Saturday 11pm-6am
and Sunday 3pm - 9pm to go before my day off, which should be monday, which is the one he's trying to get me to work. Sorry, but it's not my job to keep your business running single handedly. Make the people who are calling OFF work, not me, who's there for ALL my shifts all the time, or better yet, work the damn shift yourself. So that was the gist of my conversation with him, while he was presumably in a bar.
After that, we were pretty busy all night, and I had at least 5 or 6 tables leave me not a penny in tips - and I'm GOOD at my job, they had no reason to stiff me beyond being bastards.
Then at 2.30, I had a restuarant full of drunk loud assholes. They wouldn't shut up, despite the fact that I couldn't even hear to take orders or anything.
And then one group of drunk assholes decides to get into a fight with another group of drunk assholes.
They go outside the restaurant, all 10 of them, and there are at least 3 seperate fistfights going on. We call the police, who always respond really fast for us, because we take good care of them and know pretty much every cop in the city personally. They break up the fights, make everyone pay their bills and go home.. I'm not sure how many injuries there were, but I saw one guy with a fat lip, and one with a face full of blood and a most definitely broken nose.
And of course, I didn't get tips from them, either.
Bastards.
WHY WHY WHY DO STUPID GUYS FIGHT?.
They didn't even KNOW each other beforehand, they just decide to get all punchy and in each others faces for no good reason whatsoever.
And then my cooks get into a verbal fight with each other and the manager, because the manager is friends with one of them, and the two of them goof off all night long, leaving me and the other cook to take care of 90% of everything else...
I have a headache now. Too many people yelling.
At least I had one good thing happen, I have a motorcycle ride set up for tomorrow after I get off work
. Yay. I like riding. .
Anyway, sorry for the whinyness, but I had to vent.
I'll take this down when I get up and leave something smily and happy in it's place.
I get in, and have a fight with my boss over the phone because he wants me to work monday night from 11pm to 6am, and I refused. I know he's shorthanded, but (a) I have plans with Kira, PhrougBhouy and the other usual suspects, and (b) since my last day off, which was now 10 days ago, my schedule has been as follows -
Thursday, 11pm - 6am
Friday, 11pm - 6am
Saturday, 11pm - 6am
Sunday, 3pm - 10pm
Monday, 11pm - 2am
Tuesday, 9am - 4pm
Wednesday 11am-1.30pm
Thursday 11pm - 6am
Friday 11pm - 6am
And I still have
Saturday 11pm-6am
and Sunday 3pm - 9pm to go before my day off, which should be monday, which is the one he's trying to get me to work. Sorry, but it's not my job to keep your business running single handedly. Make the people who are calling OFF work, not me, who's there for ALL my shifts all the time, or better yet, work the damn shift yourself. So that was the gist of my conversation with him, while he was presumably in a bar.
After that, we were pretty busy all night, and I had at least 5 or 6 tables leave me not a penny in tips - and I'm GOOD at my job, they had no reason to stiff me beyond being bastards.
Then at 2.30, I had a restuarant full of drunk loud assholes. They wouldn't shut up, despite the fact that I couldn't even hear to take orders or anything.
And then one group of drunk assholes decides to get into a fight with another group of drunk assholes.
They go outside the restaurant, all 10 of them, and there are at least 3 seperate fistfights going on. We call the police, who always respond really fast for us, because we take good care of them and know pretty much every cop in the city personally. They break up the fights, make everyone pay their bills and go home.. I'm not sure how many injuries there were, but I saw one guy with a fat lip, and one with a face full of blood and a most definitely broken nose.
And of course, I didn't get tips from them, either.
Bastards.
WHY WHY WHY DO STUPID GUYS FIGHT?.
They didn't even KNOW each other beforehand, they just decide to get all punchy and in each others faces for no good reason whatsoever.
And then my cooks get into a verbal fight with each other and the manager, because the manager is friends with one of them, and the two of them goof off all night long, leaving me and the other cook to take care of 90% of everything else...
I have a headache now. Too many people yelling.
At least I had one good thing happen, I have a motorcycle ride set up for tomorrow after I get off work
. Yay. I like riding. .
Anyway, sorry for the whinyness, but I had to vent.
I'll take this down when I get up and leave something smily and happy in it's place.
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agentofoblivion:
I worked midnights from August til April of this year, and I am happy not to be doing it any more. When it was brought up being only one week, I thought it would be fine, but it is definitely kicking my ass. I have been sleeping on my closet floor.
bepps:
OO I wanna hear about your motorcycle ride! 