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Below are the 17 most recent journal entries recorded in
Why Work?'s LiveJournal:
|Friday, November 18th, 2005|
That was a haiku (Redux!)
After posting these as a response to Nick's
post, I decided that they went rather well as an independent post. As these haiku's are based upon my work "issues" over the last several weeks, and as I have not posted to this site for some time, I thought it would be appropriate to do so now.
(Too obvious, I'm still seething...)
Claim I like to work
Quit before a holiday
Will you still like me
(This one is too obvious...)
Give me lots of hours
Oops, need every weekend off
I have no money
(Dedicated to the "favored son")
Best employee here
Lick the bottom of my shoes
I do what I want
(...and he can "suck on it")
Said I wanted hours
Now my plans have changed o'er break
Cannot cover my shifts
(haiku to myself)
Do you like a fuck
Now take it three ways you bitch
Smile like you love it
Try this. Seriously. It's theraputic! Current Mood: calm
|Tuesday, April 5th, 2005|
Horray for sick who come in to work!
Claudia was feeling ill when she came into work this morning. She spent the whole morning talking about how much she felt like puking, about her gassy bowels and about her pooping. She kept walking bent over because of her stomach not feeling good. She sounded like Savannah with all of her complaining. At one point, she ran off the floor and into the garage. When she came out I jokingly said "Did you puke in your office?"
She said "No, I puked in the garage in the grid." We have a garage and there is a waste sewer or something in the floor with a big grid over it. It smells really bad to begin with because water just sits there stagnant. And then she puked in it! Nice! Current Mood: nauseated
|Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005|
This morning on my way to work I was listening to the KRRO morning show with Caide and Jen X when they had callers calling in. Well the last caller that I heard before I went in to work was none other than Miss I'm-Still-Deciding. Thats right Jess I've never been more sure of anything in my life that it was this girl... she actually flirting with Caide on the air! Have you seen her lately?
|Friday, March 18th, 2005|
What a be-otch!
Today was pretty slow at work because of the snow that we had. But we did have a little rush. I was on the register, Claudia was making drinks. I didn't have any more customers in line at one point and Claudia had a few tickets waiting to be made, so I asked if she needed help. She asked me to pull a couple more shots of espresso since she accidentally knocked over the shots she had ready. I did, and got shots and flavors ready for the next few drinks. A few ladies came in and I told Claudia what I did and what was waiting and walked off. I started helping the ladies that came in and heard Claudia groan. A guy who was waiting asked what was up and she said "Oh, JESSICA just messed me all up!" I continued helping the other ladies, meanwhile, Claudia starts slamming and pushing the shot heads and pitchers around, making a lot of noise and dumped everything that I had lined up, about four drinks. After I helped the ladies I went over and asked Claudia what happened. She did not reply, so I started making more coffee and getting things straightened up. I then went back over to her and asked again what happened. She looked at me and yelled "JUST BACK OFF! DON'T TALK TO ME, JUST DON'T EVEN COME NEAR ME!"
Ugh, so I walked off and made myself busy. I was going to apologize if I messed something up, but not after the outrage, especially since there were customers around. She stormed off, slammed the back door and I could hear the office door slam as well.
I was so ready to just go home. It was only 9:30 though. Well, she gave me the cold shoulder for a half hour or so, and when she started talking to me again, I would walk off or not say anything at all. Finally she left to do some errands, I got some work done on the computer and then it was about time for me to leave. I left as fast as I could without saying much to her at all. Current Mood: aggravated
|Wednesday, March 9th, 2005|
Ok I am a Community Advisor for the University of South Dakota. If you know what a Residential Assistant is I am that but by a different name. For those who don't know what this position is, I am a baby sitter for the kids in the dorms. Creating many interesting stories. And here is an old story but I still find it amusing.
When the dorms close and the kids leaves for break the CAs have to check every room to make sure the appliances are unplugged and other such things. Well around 10 pm when dorm officially close for Thanksgiving break I started checking room. Nothing too interesting just random crap. Except for one of the last rooms. I had to check three rooms after this one. But that not important. I open the door and the room is a complete mess, no problem really my room is a mess, but these kids both used snuff, you know the tobacco that you put just in the lip. There were at least nine full bottles of this snuff spit in lieing around the room. Not only that they had five other open bottles of this spit. It smelled like crap. But they had all their electronics on and their window open. So I got to trek across the room and close the window. I then went to unplug their power strip which was on the desk top behind their TV. Reached down and I had a hold of the plug and I saw a open can of beer on the TV, a can of Milwaukee Light a quarter full. The thing is USD is a dry campus. So I document them for a judicial later to be held be the Hall Director.
A couple of weeks went by and I was going about my normal routine went to the front desk to check my mail and the Hall Director said to me, "I just had a judicial meeting with a couple of your resident, and it was one of the most interesting judicial I have ever had... they aren't all that bright." It turns out that they were generally confused about how the can of Milwaukee Light got in their room. See they gave the HD a confused look and said, "we have not had Milwaukee Light in our room. Bush Light yes but not Milwaukee Light." They admit to drinking in the room but not the type of stuff I found in their room. Brilliant
Mmm... I see the future leaders of the world on my floor
|Tuesday, March 8th, 2005|
I realize my job description says communal bitch, but...
I realize that my job description says "communal bitch" on it, but that is no reason for you to take your crumpled, dirty dollar bills and throw them on the counter at me! Really people, just because I work at a coffee house does not allow you unwashed hippies to look down on me. And I HATE having money thrown at me. I am not some sort of dirty 4 Mile dancer, where you need to be afraid of contracting some sort of disease simply by coming into contact with me!
Can I buy you a wallet to keep those bills in? They would so much easier to count if I didn't have to try and straighten each one out before I stick it in the drawer. Oh, and while I'm on the topic, it wouldn't hurt to not yell at people who don't fill the cup to the point where gravity is holding the liquid in place, because they don't want to scald their hand with 155 degree coffee. Seriously. It hurts to have coffee spill on the back of your hand and still have to make it to the counter without swearing in your face for being a complete jag-off for wanting your cup filled so high.
Also, do we have to get upset when someone asks you to repeat yourself because we can't understand your marijuana smoke infested whisper? Next time you drop your bowl on the floor, it becomes my property, you jerk-off. Current Mood: aggravated
I love coming back from out of town.
This weekend two people who absolutely hate each other had a little run in. It happened on Saturday night, and fortunately for me, I was out of town, so I didn't get any phone calls from either party.
The shift supervisor in charge, trying to flex some of her muscle, by trying to ask one of our two coffee roasters to stop roasting during the time when the musicians were playing. Considering the personality of the roaster, he basically told her to screw off. That went over well. It quickly turned into a "I'm in charge" versus a "Don't tell me how to roast" battle.
Both parties came in over the last two days, and it seems that Miss I'm More Important Because I Have A Title at a Freaking Coffee House is at it again. "I want to take my little authority and lord it over you because you don't have a title, therefore I can tell you what to do." Great. I'm glad you're such a humanitarian and care about everyone's individual rights (as long as we all fall in line to your bi-polar insanity). Look, it's just a job. It pays the bills. Take a valium and go unwind somewhere. Life is way, way too short to have a stick so far up your butt that you can't pull it out due to the stress. Please take next week, and do nothing. Take all of spring break off and come back refreshed. Or better yet, don't come back at all. Go somewhere and stay there. Really. Stay. Current Mood: frustrated
|Monday, March 7th, 2005|
The newest ex-employee
So we have Savannah who started in December. She's always had a bad attitude and is always complaining that she's bored off her rocker, yet she stands around and doesn't get any work done. And it's always some sort of illness with her. She complains that she isn't getting enough hours, yet the instant she steps foot into the building, she is on the phone calling around for someone to come work her shift for her because she doesn't feel good, or her voice is gone, or something hurts or whatever. Friday, it was her knee. She came in and said that she popped her knee cap off. She tried calling me, but I missed her call. Oh, darn. But another employee came in and worked for Savannah so she could go home. From what I hear, her knee was swollen up pretty bad, but I do know that some people who know they have bad spots on their bodies can do something to irritate it knowing that the swelling and pain will disappear after a few hours. Anyhow, she told Claudia she'd be fine by the morning and that she could open on Saturday like she was scheduled. Well, Saturday she called Claudia in the morning and said she was still in pain, so Claudia came in to cover.
Yesterday morning I was leaving Sprawl*Mart, when I got a call from Betty from her house a little after 9:00. Betty was supposed to be at work at 9:00. She was calling from her house because no one was there at the store. Hmm, Savannah was supposed to be there at 7:30 to open the business at 8:00. I told Betty I'd meet her there to get the place opened, and we would try to call for more help when I got there. Betty left a nasty message on Savannah's phone asking where she was. Betty also called Claudia who got there at 9:30. I left, then came back at 1:30 for my closing shift.
Savannah finally called at 7:55 last night to tell me she slept through her alarm, through the phone ringing and all the way into the afternoon and she was late for her other job as well. I think she was passed out, hungover. Current Mood: annoyed
|Saturday, March 5th, 2005|
There are certain people one should never have to work with....
At the Cafe, at which I work, there is a woman who has a supervisory position, and she also works with the musicians that play at our quaint, yuppie cafe. She has a pet peeve, well several actually, and one that she reminds me of frequently. She hates coming in at night and finding things from the day list left undone. I'm not going to get upset about this, as I hate it as well, but there are constructive ways of dealing with problems, and, shall we say, less than constructive ways of dealing with things....
Friday morning I came in to open the Cafe at 6:30, the same-ol' same-ol'. Well, on the desk there was a note letting me know that the cheesecake had not been filled again. That should have been where she stopped, but she carried on, "and I'm going to leave it just the way I found it." Petty, thy name is petty. I realize it's difficult to be a woman going to college and working 20 hours a week, no, really, I think I understand. It's so hard to let me know that they weren't filled, so I could take care of it, or better yet walk the 50 feet and take care of it. (Thank you Nick! It's good to know people that are not petty.)
It must be so difficult to go through life thinking that the world, and everyone in it, revolves around you, for your own personal pleasure. God forbid that something doesn't work out absolutely perfectly. This isn't a perfect world, and we are certainly not here to serve your every whim and desire. You are not the perfect goddess you think you are. Grrrrr. Current Mood: cranky
|Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005|
I've spent the last three days training to be a communication assistant. I don't think the job will be all that difficult once I get the hang out it. But most of our training consists of sitting in a classroom for most of my 8 hour day with lectures and videos. Sometimes we get to go upstairs and listen in on some calls but even that isn't very fun when you just get to listen and not actually handle the call. I really can't wait until the training is over, I've been quite bored lately and am starting to get really sick of my chair even though it's one of those really expensive office chairs.
My work schedule sucks. Yesterday and tomorrow I was/am scheduled for both opening and closing. 5:30-10:30 and then 4:30-Close (8:15-ish). When I got back from Skill Center yesterday, Claudia had the whole place in a mess. It seemed like she had 20 different things going on. Oh well, she did get a few things checked off of the closing checklist.
The thing I dislike most about subbing is the constant uncertainty of how each school/teacher gets things done. It's made me more able to adapt to changes, but sometimes it can be frustrating. What's frustrating too, is when plans are unclear. I had a half-day today. The teacher had all the plans written out for the morning. The very last item on the list said "11:00-11:45 - Lunch" so I took the kids downstairs to the lunchroom and started heading back to the class. A teacher stopped me and said that I was supposed to do lunch duty since the teacher I was subbing for always does lunch duty. Fine, no problem, I just wish I would've known so I didn't have to look like an idiot. So I went back down and supervised lunch. Well, since the plans said lunch was over at 11:45 I thought maybe I had to do recess duty as well. I asked a bunch of teachers. They said "I don't know, most of the time he has duty." So I decided I'd go out, just in case. As students started being dismissed for recess, I grabbed a towel and started wiping down tables since that's what teachers that do lunch duty do. One of the lunch ladies ran up to me and said "Mr. So-and-so NEVER wipes down tables!" and grabbed the rag from me. So I just left, got my coat and went outside. I introduced myself to a few of the other teachers that were out there. Finally after 15 minutes or so, a teacher comes up to me and said "Who are you here for?" I told him and he looked surprised. He told me that Mr. So-and-so didn't have recess duty today. So I explained the situation to him. He said he'd let Mr. So-and-so know that he needs to be more clear on his plans. Current Mood: confused
|Tuesday, March 1st, 2005|
Ok, let me get this off my chest.
There are certain things about my job that just piss me off.
One of the worst things is understanding that at the end of the semester I am going to lose employees. High turnover rates in my line of work are a constant. It's just the way it works. People come to Podunk, MN for college. Then they move back home (except for a rare few). Either way, I'm stuck in Podunk, and they move on. It is just sad when you have someone that has worked with you for a couple of years graduate and move on.
The hard part is, I never seem to get over the emotion that sets in with the moving on. I'm completely happy that they are moving on with their lives, starting a new life in new cities, etc., etc., etc. But that doesn't seem to make it any better.
I hate the end of semesters.... Current Mood: because some things just suck
|Friday, February 18th, 2005|
|Tuesday, February 15th, 2005|
Work wasn't too bad today. Michele and I thought maybe Claudia had a nice Valentine's evening. Ya know, got some endorphins going through her body.
The other day, two women came in. They were looking at our food selection. One lady asked what we had for sandwiches. I told her "We have croissant sandwiches with either roast beef or turkey". She asked me what they came on. I reminded her that they were croissants.
"Oh," she said, "is that white bread then?"
"They're butter croissants"
"So, they're not wheat?"
Hmm, I've never heard of a wheat croissant before. DUH! So anyhow, the second lady asked me what nutrition info I had on everything. I asked her, "Well, which item did you have a question on, and what kind of info did you want?"
"Everything", she replied, "and I want all the nutrition info."
We have 4 kinds of scones, all sorts of muffins, cinnamon twists, bagels, almond patties, 10 different kind of bars, three kinds of cheesecake, tiramisu, and carrot cake. And she wanted ALL
of the nutrition info on ALL
of the stuff we carried. So I tried to tell her in a not so rude manner that we have boxes of stuff stored in three different freezers, some foods only come with ingredients and not the calorie/fat/etc info, and that I didn't have time to look up all of the information she needed because I was working alone, and then asked her what specific item she had a question about. What I really felt like saying was, "You're in a coffee shop that serves desserts and pastries. None of it is low cal, none of it is low fat, none of it is low carb, go chew on a carrot stick at home." She finally decided on a bagel. Then, the first lady came back to me:
"So, the sandwiches only come on a croissant?"
"You don't have wheat bread?"
"Okay, I don't want anything then."
I HATE it when you tell someone what we have available and they ask "You're sure you don't have..." Oops, I forgot, you got me on that one. We DO
have that, I just forgot about it!! :P
Later I found a cookie wrapper and a few candy wrappers at the table where the two ladies were sitting. The cookie had nearly 400 calories. They put me through all of that so they can stuff their face with cookies and candies?? ARRRGGGGG!
|Monday, February 14th, 2005|
Tyler, some of the interests you added really got me giggling. I added a few more to the list as well.
Speaking of ugly people, I haven't seen Miss "I'm still deciding" lately.
|Saturday, February 12th, 2005|
Here I go again...
On Friday I got hired at CSD Relay as a communications assistant. It's not the most impressive job in the world but at this point I really need more money, hours and benefits. I then went and gave my current employer my two-week notice. This weekend I'll have to type up an official resignation of my position. She was really nice about it to my face but now it sounds like she was a bit irritated after I left. Who knows. I never intended to make a career out of working at a coffee shop part time. I really appreciated the job that I was given but I can't see myself doing that long term. Anyway, on February 28 I will be starting my second new job in just as many months. I hope I like this one a little more. At least I don't have to deal with people face to face and I get to sit instead of stand most of the day.
|Friday, February 11th, 2005|
I hate work
Oh man, I'm sick of getting the run around on possible jobs opportunities. I really need to be working full time but every time I make contact with someone, they are all nice and tell me as soon as they have my resume they'll give me a call back asap to set up an interview. Unfortunately weeks go by and I never hear from them. I give them a call but I get the same thing every time. I'm sure I could get a job with a bank or a credit card company doing phone collections but I've got a college degree, dammit! I thought going to college meant that you were going to have choice about what you were going to be doing but so far I've been busting my face with fake smiles and wearing out my nice clothes for nothing! Tomorrow I'm going to a walk-in interview with USD Relay. The job will be for helping deaf or hearing impaired people make telephone calls to other people. With my resume I'll probably get a job but it is far from what I've envisioned myself doing.
This Dilbert strip is a perfect match for the mindless bullshit that I'll have to submit myself to if something doesn't come along soon.