So, I've decided that in order to improve my mood outside of work and possibly inside of work, really it just means for me to bitch less about work, I'm going to rant to all of you, anyone who follows me or reads my blog on tumblr, and might even start up another blog somewhere else.
I deleted the restaurant and my two managers who I was friends with on Facebook. It's my place to update whatever the fuck I want, and one of these days when I "call in sick" a Facebook check in, photo, or comment is going to get me fired. Especially bad since I plan on quitting. But I guess if they fired me for a Facebook comment, I could try and collect unemployment.
Reasons why I am fed up with Cypress:
Passed up for a bartending position for the owner's brother.
Owner's brother gets all of his shit free...drinks food whatever.
Owner's brother is a tool.
Lunch time customers are all assholes.
Bar manager is a piece of shit do-nothing sort of loser.
I was asked to clean up dog shit today, after being on my hands and knees scrubbing base boards.
I don't make nearly enough money to deal with the bullshit.
Favorites.
Hours.
So yea.
There's my rant.
My birthday is the 22nd and I need to decide where dinner should be.
And I need to send out my resume.
And I need to book appointments to look at houses to buy.
Love peace n chicken grease.
Making pasta salad and a chicken and beet salad and chicken with beets and avocado....figured I'd cook up for a couple of days!
I deleted the restaurant and my two managers who I was friends with on Facebook. It's my place to update whatever the fuck I want, and one of these days when I "call in sick" a Facebook check in, photo, or comment is going to get me fired. Especially bad since I plan on quitting. But I guess if they fired me for a Facebook comment, I could try and collect unemployment.
Reasons why I am fed up with Cypress:
Passed up for a bartending position for the owner's brother.
Owner's brother gets all of his shit free...drinks food whatever.
Owner's brother is a tool.
Lunch time customers are all assholes.
Bar manager is a piece of shit do-nothing sort of loser.
I was asked to clean up dog shit today, after being on my hands and knees scrubbing base boards.
I don't make nearly enough money to deal with the bullshit.
Favorites.
Hours.
So yea.
There's my rant.
My birthday is the 22nd and I need to decide where dinner should be.
And I need to send out my resume.
And I need to book appointments to look at houses to buy.
Love peace n chicken grease.
Making pasta salad and a chicken and beet salad and chicken with beets and avocado....figured I'd cook up for a couple of days!
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mutantbaby1:
good luck
scottsmallin:
Hell yeah