My work never ends

Jazzer's picture

Hi kids,

Happy Monday to you all. I hope school and/or your jobs are somewhat agreeable on the day that marks the beginning of the work week. As for me, I've been gainfully enemployed for over two weeks now, and am loving it!

First, the work thing: two fine Saturdays ago, I decided to walk out on my job in the middle of the busiest part of the morning. Like I mentioned in my last entry, my manager hasn't been doing her share of the work, and it's really been getting to me. There actually had been a whole series of important--yet uninteresting--events that had led up to my walking out, but the incident Saturday morning two weeks ago was the last straw.

First, you should know that for breakfast, there only needs to be two servers. Fine, great, fabulous. That particular morning, there would have been three: myself, the manager, and a brand new girl who would be in training. I didn't mind that much at all. I got to work a little early and started setting up.

When nobody has shown up yet but the cook and myself after about 15 minutes, I start to get a little concerned. I mean after all, I wouldn't be able to do it all by myself--that's a lot of people to take care of! After a little while, I get a message from the front desk that the new girl wouldn't be coming in until late, because of some car trouble. I hadn't heard yet, though, about the manager.

Just before opening, the front desk gal comes and says she'll help me until the rest of the morning servers show up. And right at opening, the new girls shows up. Since this is her first day, she was going to be pretty useless. So I figure I'd have her do small things to help out.

About forty minutes into this rush of people, the manager FINALLY calls and says that she's going to be late. Yeah, I know. Thanks for the warning. She had some sort of car issue: flat tire or something. As the morning progresses, I'm starting to get more irritated and more irritated, but I don't take it out on the girls that I was working with, because they had nothing to do with it.

So finally, when the manager is one hour and 15 minutes late, she waltzes in the door. Then I snapped.

I slammed down a tray (it didn't have anything on it), and I shouted in a *VERY* butch, masculine voice, "Where were you?!?!?" I put the fear of God into hear already. Yay for me!

She looked at me, scared, and stammered, "I'm sorry, my car had a flat..."

"Why didn't you call?!?!?" I cut her off. I know for a fact that she has a cell phone

"I did call," she offered.

"No!" I continued shouting. "You called when you were 40 minutes late!!!!"

She tried to tell me that she was nervous or something, and I stormed out of the kitchen. I went and gingerly punched out, threw my apron on her desk, and went back into the kitchen to do what everbody always dreams of doing. I looked at her and shouted as loudly as I possibly could (and remember, I'm a classically (opera, oratorio, etc.) trained singer--I *know* how to sing loudly!), "I QUIT!!!" Then I walked out.

It was really a quite nice, wonderful feeling. I recommend trying it once in your life.

So here I am now, still looking for a job. I got my final paycheck, and I was pretty happy with that. I didn't see her when I went to go pick it up, which is probably a good thing. Bitch. :-P

This has given me a lot of time to do things that I've always wanted to do. For instance, the boyfriend and I started working out at the gym nearby, and that's been really fun. I've already started to see progress (although, there's still a ways to go), and I've been eating better and feeling better, as well.

I've also started really digging into my masterpiece. I may have mentioned this before, but I'm working on orchestrating one of my favorite hymns for brass quartet, organ, chorus, tympani, snare drum, tubular bells, and handbells. It should be ready (at the pace that I'm going) by the end of the month, but we'll see when it actually gets done. ;) I've already got a church interested in playing (and PAYING musicians to play it), so I'm really excited about this project. I'm working on the finale right now--I've just gotta find a book on orchestration to see how to write parts for handbells, and I'll be REALLY close to finishing up the finale. Then, I've just gotta write one more small section, one or two transitions, put it all on my computer notation program, and then I'm done!

I'm also going to start rehearsing for my musical later this month, and I'm very excited about that. I'm still trying to get a bassoon player, and I think I've found one. He's really cute (bassoon players generally aren't), and he seems nice enough. He just has to return my call now and then he'll be on board. My oboe player is cute, as well. So that'll be fun to look at my double reed section and be pleased with what I see. Hopefully, I'll be pleased with what I hear, too. *lol*

Well kids, I think that does it for me this morning. I have to make some breakfast and then go to the gym. And then to chorus. And then drinking. :-D These are the good times! Now remember, behave and be nice, so you don't turn out like me.



insignificant_me's picture

Wow. Your right, I have alwa

Wow. Your right, I have always dreamed of walking up to my boss and screaming "I quit." double thumbs up to you! Good luck with finding another job, I hope you have good references from other managers/jobs.

suffragettecity's picture

the life of a server

I work at a Mexican restaurant near my house in the evenings on Mondays and Tuesdays, and I'll be doing Sunday mornings starting next week. It can be fun sometimes, but there are always those occasional pain-in-the-ass customers (my pet peeve: when customers order the wrong thing and then blame the waiter when they get it, and then leave a shitty tip).

"Sometimes a little brain damage helps."
-- George Carlin

Jazzer's picture


I have pretty good references and pretty damned good credentials, so I shouldn't have too hard of a time finding a job. :-P

And yes, I totally hate it when people order the wrong thing and blame it on the server. Or even worse, when the food is taking too long and they yell at you for it. It's like, "Damn! It ain't my fault! It'll be done when it's done!"


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