Reading harold_maude's journal

Well, I made it through another week. Long, hard and fast moving. Seems that this year is going like a freight train now and there is wrecked stuff in it's wake.

Yesterday we got slammed for lunch, or a better though might be, we got our asses handed to us.
That happens. You move as fast as you can and they still keep comming. But what was strange was that everyone who walked through the door looked pissed off completely.
A very scary view when your the first person they deal with.

Everything went fine with each one of them, but I kept waiting for that one who would snap and go sideways and start doing really crazy stuff.
I was wiped out when things slowed down.

I've seen pissed off people who walk through the door and nothing we do on the other side of the counter helps that mood and it takes alot somedays to just smile and be polite when someone comes in like that.

When our regulars come in and I'm at the top of the line, they will throw orders at me, one after another.
That's not too bad, I can generally keep about 3 orders straight at a time, but it's the one's who keep changing their mind from the minuet they start till they get through the line.
That makes me crazy.
The people behind them have different reactions, usually they stand their giggling at the person and how I'm rolling with all of it and just keep going.
I'm glad they have a sense of humor.

Somedays I would love to just not go in, but that would be a bad thing because so many people who have come to work there since I started about a year and half ago have flaked out completely and then they are gone.
I refer to thoes people as the corn flakes.

Now when someone comes to apply, both I and the manager who is awesome about everything, will look at each other and say the same thing, "we'll see how it goes."
Makes me wonder how many we will have to go through before we meet the next person who is willing to be reliable and willing to actually work instead of just standing around doing nothing.
We have thoes on the crew.
They seem to just be interested in collecting a paycheck.

That makes the work harder all the way around. Alot of highschool kids have come through, and what I've noticed about most of them is that they have no clue as to what it means to actually work.
Their idea of work, from asking them, is about a half hour of homework and maybe cleaning their room now and again.
It baffles the mind really.

I wonder about the parents of these kids. What are they teaching them at home, or even are they home or busy working two or more jobs because of what ever it is that makes two or more jobs nessiary.
When the kids come to us to work, they keep proving how lazy they truely are.
The job isn't rocket science, just food.

It's scary to think that in a few short years these same people will be running the show in business and politics.

There was this one kid who was 15 when he got hired on and didn't know how to use a can opener.
This same kid liked to get the other workers stired up with bulshit so that there was always this stupid drama crap on display.
I was so happy when he got fired.
Little shit. We all wanted to take him out back and re-adjust his attitude.

Then we had this one girl who convinced that she was the hottest thing on the planet. What a moron. Truely. It took her a half and hour, I'm not kidding, I timmed her one day, to make up tuna fish salad, it's mayo and tuna is all.
Then she says "I just don't know how I do it."
I stood there in complete amazement that she was that, um, what ever...

We have had other people come through, not high school kids, and some of them have been real winners...cough, cough.
Like the woman who is the poster child for the stero type of "fat and lazy."
This woman shuffled her feet everywhere, never picked up a broom, and never did much except eat and bitch about everything.
She talked the manager into hireing her mom.
What a peice of work.

No brains to speak of. And what really blew my mind about this woman is that she had gone through nursing school and got her nursing licence and when she cut her self at work had no idea what to do.
This was crazy, she is trying to open a bag of bacon with this knife and holding it the wrong way so that she ended up cutting her hand, there are customers in line and she comes out of the back kitchen blood running down her hand, she holds it up and says this: "I cut myself, what do I do?"
Simply unbelieveable.

She aparently had worked several other food service jobs and couldn't figure out why she kept getting fired.

I found out she is now working for "Wendys". For thoes of you who arn't familar with it, it's a burger chain here in the US.
I'm not sure which one she is working at, but until I hear she's been fired from there, I'm not eating there.

The people who are willing to work are few and far between.
They stay for a while and then move on.

I'm staying until the manager leaves, which I'm thinking will be before the year is out. Too much stuff since the new owners bought out the last one's roughly a year ago.

When she goes, I'll go too. She is the best manager I have ever worked for, bar none. She works hard and by her example shows everyone who works there what it means to work.
I have told her that I keep chasing her, but she would have to take a year off for me to catch her.
But I keep trying.
When she says "game on" it's time to rock and roll and fly as fast as I can. And I do. Every single day.

I now could get a job in a butcher shop. I slice meat every single day and cheese too.
The cheese takes the longest. Gotta stack the slices and then cut the stack diagonally.
My least favorite meat to slice is prime rib. It looks like cow turds when it is in body form.
The turkey the company switched to looks like white baloney when you take the wrapper off and put it through the slicer.
I've been doing slicing for over a year now and I can pick up a peice of meat and guess the weight and be right on when I put it on the scale.

Anyway, I hadn't planned on talking about work. But oh well, there it is.

I think I'm going to go play with some bubbles now and let maggie, my crazy cat that loves putting her nose in my ear, chase them.
In truth I think she is a dog in a cat body. She loves going for car rides and sits behind me on the top of the seat and watches out the window. She is a strange one.
She is the one who picked the app for the place I work now and pushed it to the side and pissed on the rest of the pile I was in the process of filling out.
She knew where I needed to be.
Smart and crazy like me.
She's my monkey butt kitty. She wrapps her tail around my arm like a monkey, hence the monkey butt part.

Anyway, it's bubble time. :)

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.