There are many things I hate in this world, but I think there is one thing that ranks in the top five, possibly even top three: incompetent co-workers.
So this pile of shit, Niles, who is also a registered sex offender, has this "lady" who he never gives a name in conversation. Anywho, word is the bitch if fat, and she stepped in a hole the other day, fell down, and might have had a miscarriage. So Niles naturally comes up to me, tells me the story in about three seconds, slaps me on the back, and says "thanks for closing for me." Thanks asshole. That was an 11 hour work day.
Yesterday I went to work and heard a brand new story about PedaNiles. Friday night, he worked about 20 minutes on the line and fainted. Or slipped. Either way, his bitch ass was on the ground and went home. As the situation develops, the sexual predator is unable to work until Tuesday or so, because of his leg. Again, I was called upon to close the fry side for the third time in my short tenure. Needless to say, my side was the "tits" after I cleaned and scrubbed. The fryer filter hadn't been cleaned/changed in about three-four days. It was pretty rank. I think my time card says a little over 12 hours, and if I hadn't had clocked out for a little break around ten last night, it would have been over 13.
I don't mind the extra work, because let's face it, it is a summer job and I need all the money I can earn. But having to pick up the pieces and be slightly forced into closing is horseshit.
In other news, Taryn has been off for like the past week at work. I guess it's sort of a mixed blessing, on one hand, when she's gone, I'm not fucking things up looking at her when she comes into the kitchen. But at least she's something very attractive to look at. When she's gone, I'm pretty efficient, but bored as hell.
Last week sometime, I finally introduced myself to her after a little small talk, but I didn't stick around for the inevitable awkward silence. A couple guys on the line were giving me props and crap, doing the whole "you're reeling her in" b.s., but I'm not putting much stock into it. Mike already advised against it and I definitely see where he's coming from, as witnessed in my buddy KC's situation: long story short, he's 21, is co-worker is 17 and he expects a lot from her (maturity) but so far she's just played him like a fiddle. From his story today, last night they some sort of talk and she ended up hurting his feelings, and now they're all cold and distant at work.
I don't want that drama. I don't need that drama. But I do miss female companionship. We'll see though.
So this pile of shit, Niles, who is also a registered sex offender, has this "lady" who he never gives a name in conversation. Anywho, word is the bitch if fat, and she stepped in a hole the other day, fell down, and might have had a miscarriage. So Niles naturally comes up to me, tells me the story in about three seconds, slaps me on the back, and says "thanks for closing for me." Thanks asshole. That was an 11 hour work day.
Yesterday I went to work and heard a brand new story about PedaNiles. Friday night, he worked about 20 minutes on the line and fainted. Or slipped. Either way, his bitch ass was on the ground and went home. As the situation develops, the sexual predator is unable to work until Tuesday or so, because of his leg. Again, I was called upon to close the fry side for the third time in my short tenure. Needless to say, my side was the "tits" after I cleaned and scrubbed. The fryer filter hadn't been cleaned/changed in about three-four days. It was pretty rank. I think my time card says a little over 12 hours, and if I hadn't had clocked out for a little break around ten last night, it would have been over 13.
I don't mind the extra work, because let's face it, it is a summer job and I need all the money I can earn. But having to pick up the pieces and be slightly forced into closing is horseshit.
In other news, Taryn has been off for like the past week at work. I guess it's sort of a mixed blessing, on one hand, when she's gone, I'm not fucking things up looking at her when she comes into the kitchen. But at least she's something very attractive to look at. When she's gone, I'm pretty efficient, but bored as hell.
Last week sometime, I finally introduced myself to her after a little small talk, but I didn't stick around for the inevitable awkward silence. A couple guys on the line were giving me props and crap, doing the whole "you're reeling her in" b.s., but I'm not putting much stock into it. Mike already advised against it and I definitely see where he's coming from, as witnessed in my buddy KC's situation: long story short, he's 21, is co-worker is 17 and he expects a lot from her (maturity) but so far she's just played him like a fiddle. From his story today, last night they some sort of talk and she ended up hurting his feelings, and now they're all cold and distant at work.
I don't want that drama. I don't need that drama. But I do miss female companionship. We'll see though.
then
IF SHE AIN'T OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK, SHE AIN'T OLD ENOUGH TO THINK!
might I re-iterate my rule-of-thumbs when it comes to the age of chicks?
yeah, kill that sex offender and kill that chick KC's fucking around with. You need to tell him he looks like a little bitch being all butt-hurt about a little girl.