So-- the back story to work.
To begin with, I've technically been employed this whole time. My boss at my job just sucks at life and hasn't scheduled me because, "There just aren't any hours" MEANWHILE he continues to schedule the stupid cunts that were hired as seasonal help because 1. they aren't hard on the eyes 2. they flirt with him 3. they will do ANYTHING without even questioning him.
And I think the hardest picture for me to paint is my boss himself. He is a huge beast of a man in all the wrong ways. He's probably 6'5, 350 lbs and blond. He's often referred to as the blond yeti. And all of the employees are pretty confident that he has a problem with cocaine. Not that I would even care if it didn't directly affect my life. He will come into work, storming through the restaurant like a bull in a china shop and you literally have to jump out of his way or be ran over. He's constantly sweating profusely and will grab anything: a polishing towel, paper napkins, my sleeve: to wipe his forehead. I have seriously seen sweat drip off of his forehead into guests' food and drinks before. And he doesn't make any sense. He will ramble excitedly like a 4 year old that hasn't learned to speak in sentences or knows the importance of stories in chronological order. More still, he will bitch about other employees in front of you and we all know who of us he likes and dislikes.
Side story-- we all HATE him, and were taking bets on when he would be canned. Despite fuck up after major fuck up, he remained. We coined the term, "the untouchable" for him. We were all pretty sure he must be supplying the GM with drugs or something. I mean, he assaulted an 80-year old woman on CAMERA and still wasn't fired.
Unfortunately for me, I was a great busser. I started out at the bottom of the shit pile because I technically didn't have any serving experience (which is a totally different story-- if you care to hear, just ask). So when summer came around and it was time for me to be trained as a server, he postponed it and put it off until the summer season was almost over because he didn't want to lose me as a busser. It was like, I couldn't win. If I worked hard to demonstrate my work ethic and competence to earn the serving spot I was further stuck at bussing because I rocked at a job that most of all the other new hires sucked at. (Because let's be real, it sucks balls to be a busser, you work 10X harder than the servers and make jack shit compared to them).
Finally, I went to HR and threatened quitting and a week later I was scheduled to be serving, but no one trained me. I still rocked it out though. Fuckers
So as we moved into winter, since I had stood up to 'the big guy' I was now on his shit list and one of the first to not get scheduled. I didn't work for 5 weeks straight because of him. SO one day he calls and tells me about our sister casino hiring for cocktail servers. I go down there and have a barrage of interviews (approx 4 in one day??? I didn't know that was - legal?) and land the job. So I tell my boss after he calls again to make it seem like he cares about me (vomit) and when I show up for work for my one shift in weeks, I see my schedule says Monday: casino, Tuesday: casino, Wednesday: casino . . . and I'm back to square one: JOBLESS because this position I got at the casino is on-call only (aka not a real position)
But here comes the redemption to this narrative:
I get a rando call from my bartender friend from job 1 and he says, the Big Guy has fucked up, the assistant manager is fed up of covering his ass, he has the resort all pissed at him for trying to scam them for vacay pay he didn't have, he let the employees go thru the Thanksgiving buffet before all the guests were through so they were pissed and it's on camera AND he filed a false claim on a veteran (lifer) employee that wasted precious HR investigation time. SO-- the assistant mnger is going to the GM with letters from us to try to get the Big Guy canned. Will I write one?
Naturally I employed all my essay writing skills I have acquired in the 6 years of college I have and I got 5 text messages on Friday that the Untouchable had fallen.
This is probably the best Christmas present I have ever gotten.
And I went in today and got set up with my shifts at the Casino. However, the outfit is a major FML.
I'm just going to focus on hair and makeup to compensate and hopefully I'll make fatty $$$
As always, thanks for reading my shit people <3
To begin with, I've technically been employed this whole time. My boss at my job just sucks at life and hasn't scheduled me because, "There just aren't any hours" MEANWHILE he continues to schedule the stupid cunts that were hired as seasonal help because 1. they aren't hard on the eyes 2. they flirt with him 3. they will do ANYTHING without even questioning him.
And I think the hardest picture for me to paint is my boss himself. He is a huge beast of a man in all the wrong ways. He's probably 6'5, 350 lbs and blond. He's often referred to as the blond yeti. And all of the employees are pretty confident that he has a problem with cocaine. Not that I would even care if it didn't directly affect my life. He will come into work, storming through the restaurant like a bull in a china shop and you literally have to jump out of his way or be ran over. He's constantly sweating profusely and will grab anything: a polishing towel, paper napkins, my sleeve: to wipe his forehead. I have seriously seen sweat drip off of his forehead into guests' food and drinks before. And he doesn't make any sense. He will ramble excitedly like a 4 year old that hasn't learned to speak in sentences or knows the importance of stories in chronological order. More still, he will bitch about other employees in front of you and we all know who of us he likes and dislikes.
Side story-- we all HATE him, and were taking bets on when he would be canned. Despite fuck up after major fuck up, he remained. We coined the term, "the untouchable" for him. We were all pretty sure he must be supplying the GM with drugs or something. I mean, he assaulted an 80-year old woman on CAMERA and still wasn't fired.
Unfortunately for me, I was a great busser. I started out at the bottom of the shit pile because I technically didn't have any serving experience (which is a totally different story-- if you care to hear, just ask). So when summer came around and it was time for me to be trained as a server, he postponed it and put it off until the summer season was almost over because he didn't want to lose me as a busser. It was like, I couldn't win. If I worked hard to demonstrate my work ethic and competence to earn the serving spot I was further stuck at bussing because I rocked at a job that most of all the other new hires sucked at. (Because let's be real, it sucks balls to be a busser, you work 10X harder than the servers and make jack shit compared to them).
Finally, I went to HR and threatened quitting and a week later I was scheduled to be serving, but no one trained me. I still rocked it out though. Fuckers
So as we moved into winter, since I had stood up to 'the big guy' I was now on his shit list and one of the first to not get scheduled. I didn't work for 5 weeks straight because of him. SO one day he calls and tells me about our sister casino hiring for cocktail servers. I go down there and have a barrage of interviews (approx 4 in one day??? I didn't know that was - legal?) and land the job. So I tell my boss after he calls again to make it seem like he cares about me (vomit) and when I show up for work for my one shift in weeks, I see my schedule says Monday: casino, Tuesday: casino, Wednesday: casino . . . and I'm back to square one: JOBLESS because this position I got at the casino is on-call only (aka not a real position)
But here comes the redemption to this narrative:
I get a rando call from my bartender friend from job 1 and he says, the Big Guy has fucked up, the assistant manager is fed up of covering his ass, he has the resort all pissed at him for trying to scam them for vacay pay he didn't have, he let the employees go thru the Thanksgiving buffet before all the guests were through so they were pissed and it's on camera AND he filed a false claim on a veteran (lifer) employee that wasted precious HR investigation time. SO-- the assistant mnger is going to the GM with letters from us to try to get the Big Guy canned. Will I write one?
Naturally I employed all my essay writing skills I have acquired in the 6 years of college I have and I got 5 text messages on Friday that the Untouchable had fallen.
This is probably the best Christmas present I have ever gotten.
And I went in today and got set up with my shifts at the Casino. However, the outfit is a major FML.
I'm just going to focus on hair and makeup to compensate and hopefully I'll make fatty $$$
As always, thanks for reading my shit people <3
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Btw, important lesson in there, about being TOO good at your job. I have seen many held in the corporate world for such a reason. Safety in mediocrity...
But stand your ground and do your best! Don't let life get you too!