So I go to work today and Amy, my "boss" and the owner's daughter, asks me to come up into the office to talk to her. I, of course being Liz, think o shit what happened now. But it was actually a good thing. They offered me a management position, with a small pay increase, promise of insurance at a later date, a couple better shifts, an alarm code, a safe combination, and future annoyances from employees down the line.
So of course, I being Liz, say yes. We all know how I like to have those keys and headaches.
So wish me luck trying to manage this group of bitchy, gossipy, backstabbing, sweet to your face, everybody likes you waitsatff . I could be exagerating, but if you've worked in food service you know what I mean.
So of course, I being Liz, say yes. We all know how I like to have those keys and headaches.
So wish me luck trying to manage this group of bitchy, gossipy, backstabbing, sweet to your face, everybody likes you waitsatff . I could be exagerating, but if you've worked in food service you know what I mean.