i've dreaded going to work for the last couple of months. all i've done is gone in and thought about walking out.
it was easily the dumbest job i've ever had. as the only one there who has ever had any professional experience and/or training, it has been little more than a ridiculous game, figuring out how i can do work that i'm proud of while jumping through the hoops of arbitrary rules and the seemingly brainwashed followers of those rules...like nit-picking nazis, they follow without ever questioning. if i were to use a venn diagram, i would place these peoples' mentalities in the area that falls within the circles i've labeled "robot," "tool," and "child."
they used to bitch about my attitude when i'd go in there and try and eke out some fun. apparently someone got their feelings hurt because they either couldn't take a joke or don't realize that i'm kidding. well that's just kitchen talk--anyone who has ever worked in one has heard it... so from then on, i made sure everyone knew i was kidding. still, they kept bitching.
finally it got to the point that i didn't talk much, which apparently made a few people uncomfortable. absurd. grow up, you babies!
tonight they pulled me in the office to write me up. they said i'd been "creating a hostile work environment."
as if they even knew what that meant...this coming from the front runner of next year's "most all-around ridiculous person" award...
"hostile work environment." that's funny, that's what i thought i'd been working in, having to walk on eggshells when i was there, having to watch EVERYTHING i say...anymore, i was just quietly doing my job(and better than the rest of them, i might add). i mean come on...a chef's intern working among mcdonald's rejects? i was a ringer--my half-ass job was better than their best.
it's pretty obvious that they've been trying to get me to quit for a few months. hell, i'd reached the top of the pay scale...almost $9/hour, and being that i was uninterested in climbing their ladder any further, they decided it was time for me to go.
i've been management...it was quite obvious what they were doing. they systematically painted me in a corner, making sure to follow corporate standard procedure, then nailed me for standing in the corner.
"fuck you, this is ridiculous, i'm done."
i didn't make a scene, i just dropped my apron on the floor, clocked out and went home.
it's a weird feeling that comes after this kind of scene.
it was how offended at their accusation i was that made me walk, and anyone who knows me would definitely say they saw this coming.
then, of course i ran into the former/maybe again girl at the bar and she didn't even say hi.
this wretched little town, these people...i'm in a vacuum of love, i swear.
it was easily the dumbest job i've ever had. as the only one there who has ever had any professional experience and/or training, it has been little more than a ridiculous game, figuring out how i can do work that i'm proud of while jumping through the hoops of arbitrary rules and the seemingly brainwashed followers of those rules...like nit-picking nazis, they follow without ever questioning. if i were to use a venn diagram, i would place these peoples' mentalities in the area that falls within the circles i've labeled "robot," "tool," and "child."
they used to bitch about my attitude when i'd go in there and try and eke out some fun. apparently someone got their feelings hurt because they either couldn't take a joke or don't realize that i'm kidding. well that's just kitchen talk--anyone who has ever worked in one has heard it... so from then on, i made sure everyone knew i was kidding. still, they kept bitching.
finally it got to the point that i didn't talk much, which apparently made a few people uncomfortable. absurd. grow up, you babies!
tonight they pulled me in the office to write me up. they said i'd been "creating a hostile work environment."
as if they even knew what that meant...this coming from the front runner of next year's "most all-around ridiculous person" award...
"hostile work environment." that's funny, that's what i thought i'd been working in, having to walk on eggshells when i was there, having to watch EVERYTHING i say...anymore, i was just quietly doing my job(and better than the rest of them, i might add). i mean come on...a chef's intern working among mcdonald's rejects? i was a ringer--my half-ass job was better than their best.
it's pretty obvious that they've been trying to get me to quit for a few months. hell, i'd reached the top of the pay scale...almost $9/hour, and being that i was uninterested in climbing their ladder any further, they decided it was time for me to go.
i've been management...it was quite obvious what they were doing. they systematically painted me in a corner, making sure to follow corporate standard procedure, then nailed me for standing in the corner.
"fuck you, this is ridiculous, i'm done."
i didn't make a scene, i just dropped my apron on the floor, clocked out and went home.
it's a weird feeling that comes after this kind of scene.
it was how offended at their accusation i was that made me walk, and anyone who knows me would definitely say they saw this coming.
then, of course i ran into the former/maybe again girl at the bar and she didn't even say hi.
this wretched little town, these people...i'm in a vacuum of love, i swear.