Days 7-10: My Spirit Has Faded Away
Day after day my spirit left a little, and I smiled at customers less and less. I’m starting to think this jobs sucks.
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Saturday: Bad; it was busy and I had no time to do any of my other duties outside of taking orders. One of my shift managers was rude to me.
Sunday: Worse; meal rushes were even worse than the day before. Same shift manager is rude to me again.
Monday: Worst; meal rush was ?!?!?! Is this the best/cheapest place around here?! Dear god. Please eat somewhere else. I couldn’t do anything. By the time I finished cleaning the dining room and bathroom I missed the last bus home. Because of that I decided I might as well stay four more hours until close. That made a 7 hour shift turn into an 11 hour shift. Not sure if I felt that kinda pain before. My feet still hurt the next day.
Oh yeah! Usually older people are nice to me, compliment me and want to say nice things to my manager about me. But not the ****** that came in today. He was super slow ordering and totally oblivious to the long line he was creating. (Although why some people refuse to use the kiosk instead of waiting I don’t know.) He finished, I start working with the kid behind him when the old man jumps back in line and orders something else. I acknowledge him while still trying to help the kid, but the old man feels ignored and goes off. A coworker tried to help but he gets mad at her too. A shift manager (that I like) steps in to explain that I’m new. The old guy threatens to call corporate and wants my name along with the coworker who tried to help. He says he won’t call unless he gets some free bacon jalapeño fries. This whole incident just messed me up for the rest of the day.
Wednesday: Nice. No rush, at least not one that I couldn’t handle without some minor assistance. I spoke to the general manager about the rude shift manager, and he said he will speak to her. I hope things don’t get worse between us, but if they do, I won’t be here much longer anyway. I fantasize about rage quitting and cussing her out, but that’s not like me. (Haha. I really am Aggretsuko.) My sister looks forward to that day more than me...
