Today is my Sunday

Jazzer's picture

Hi kids,

Even though I haven't been able to post a regular journal entry, I've tried to maintain somewhat of a presence by posting cranky-old-queen advice. :) As for my goings on lately, they tend to revolve around work (to my chagrin), but that's life. Let's see if I can make SOMETHING interesting about my life the past couple of weeks....

First, things at work have been pretty crazy lately (I work at an independent living retirement home as a waiter). OH MY GOSH! They fired my supervisor!!! They said he wasn't a "team player," whatever that means. I think the incident that caused it was the last employee meeting, when all of the sudden it turned into "bitch at the waitstaff" time, and my supervisor lost his temper and expressed his anger at this trend (because it's been going on at every other meeting lately).

A few days later, he came into work like normal, and the exec. chef said he needed to talk with me. I asked my supervisor what he might say, and he said, "Oh, he's probably going to just talk to you about how things are going since you've started working full-time." You know, like a State of the Dining Room address. *lol* Anyhow, several hours later when I spoke with the exec. chef, he told me they fired my boss! So they must've done it when I was in the downtime between my split shift. I was pretty upset about it, because I really liked the guy. He really cared for all the residents, and he always made sure that we always did right by them, no matter how bitchy they got (in case you didn't know, the elderly can be extremely difficult at times). Whatever happens, I hope he can find a job that will treat him better than this.

As a result of him not being there, I've had to pick up even MORE hours. Normally, my schedule is 7:00 a.m. - 11:30 a.m., then from 3:30 p.m. - 8:00 p.m. It's not that it's that many hours, but the time that I'm awake is very long (I get up about 5:30 a.m.). I get Sundays and Mondays off, so I still get a weekend...except for this past weekend, when I had to come in this past Monday to sub for someone who was sick. So I was very tired the next morning. :(

These past two days, I've been doing 7:00 a.m. - 7:00 p.m., and I've been hanging in there, but it's been really hard. Last night, I found out that the chef was giving me a day off, since I didn't have two this past week, so that's nice. It was so sweet, because when I came home, I fixed myself a (strong) cocktail and ate dinner (and had one or two more cocktails in the process). And as some of you may know, I'm tipsy after one cocktail, and since I was drinking on an empty stomach, I was NICE and tipsy by the time my boyfriend came home.

I was lying on the couch in my slippers and sweatpants, and I was complaining that my feet were hurting, and he started to rub them! How sweet is that? Bless his sweet heart. Although, he did complain this morning that whenever I drink, I snore much more loudly. *lol* Sorry honey!

I'm enjoying that day off today. Even still, I'm up fairly early for someone who is sleep-deprived! But, can't help that. As a result, I'm going to catch up on some little home projects and take it very easy.

Oh my gosh! The lady who's at the front desk in the evening is turning out to be a total cunt! She comes in the dining room or kitchen very frequently throughout the night and raises some kind of mischief, and leaves. She and I got into it the other night because while she was helping herself to some iced tea in the middle of the evening rush, I asked, "So, did you wash your hands?" I thought this was a very simple question. She said that she did.

A while later, she comes back and said to me, "If you EVER talk to me like that again..." and she starts saying how by my asking her if she washed her hands, I was saying that she was a dirty person and that he'd tell the exec. director about it. Woah! I was just asking if she washed her hands. We're in the middle of cold and flu season, and I don't think it's an unreasonable question to ask. Furthermore, she doesn't work in the dining room or kitchen, so it is easy for someone to forget to wash up when they come in.

Anyhow, we squabbled for a little while and it was the end of it. I told the chef what had happened, and as I was telling her, she walked in the kitchen (AGAIN) and screamed at him for not listening to both sides of the story. Damn!! This is one crazy bitch! It'd be just as well if they got rid of her, as far as I'm concerned. But, only time will tell.

I think that about does it for now. I hope all of you are getting more sleep than I am these days. :) Behave and be nice, so you don't turn out like me.

Michael

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Torre's picture

OMG!! You're alive!!

Or maybe it's just that I am, but I haven't seen your name around in a while and wanted to say hi. Too busy trying to graduate here to get on as much (thank god my Spanish class is internet-based).

Good to see you around. Your story made me think of my job at the deli. One of my requirements to graduate (in my minor...theater) is that I work on a production. We're doing HAIR and I think you can relate to having a project that takes up a lot of time so I don't work nights at work. Good for my grade. Bad for money. As a result, there's all this in-fighting going on with the old-timers (like me) and the newbies and I can't believe how crazy it's getting.

I think that was a mini-rant. Sorry about that. Keep safe and don't get in too much trouble with the front desk girl.

Torre
Diego's World
www.angelfire.com/blog/diegoworld

Jazzer's picture

Perhaps it's BOTH of us.

It was nice to see you, as well. I can't say that I've seen you around, but then again, some of it probably has to do with me.

Good to hear about getting ready to graduate. Yay for "Hair!" Boo for fighting. :-\ Work politics are just as nasty, it seems, as real politics. I'm not sure if I said it in my journal, but I've started keeping a log of what's been going on between her and I, because it's going to get ugly whether I like it or not.

Let's stay in touch, though! It's nice to see some more people from the old days (gracious, I sound like I'm 80 years old!).

Michael

Some people's kids...I tell ya!