Another itchy twitchy evening.
Oct. 4th, 2005 05:07 amSo here I sit on my one day off, it's 5 in the morning, my time. Technically, that means that my one day off is quite over, as I have to go in tonight, unless I can make some magic happen. The boss had asked me a few days ago if I was still interested in having two days off, and I told him, like a fool, that I thought I should take a week or so to get some hours back under my belt, get my finances back up.
I had forgotten about how badly I sometimes feel the need to strangle some of the mtoherfuckers that walk into that store. Sometimes it's me, sometimes it's them. Sometimes it's both. FriSat was a tribute to my self-control. The boss asked me if I would stay till seven, but no one bothered to relieve me till eight. I got bitched at my customers at least four times in the last two hours of the show, because I was the only one working the counter, and the two shitbrains in the back couldn't bother to keep a low profile and just do their damned 80-dozen special order.
One customer tried to run his mouth at me about how things were, and I told him that he should come back and talk to the manager. He got all shaky and told me that I had a very negative attitude, to which I responded, no, it's just that I'm not in charge of anything. I'm simply trying to give you a constructive outlet for your complaint. If you really wanted something to be done, you would speak with the manager.
It's a strange truth, and no one likes it.
Donuts fresh? No.
And half the time people stare at me like I'm just being lazy. I do, in fact, laze about, but I have absolutely no control over the donuts. I like to pride myself on the fact that while I am lazy, it's a Smart Lazy, a laziness that realizes the Actual Easy Way Out.
Which is easier? Standing there arguing or explaining things for two or three minutes, and getting yourself all worked up inside, and having conflicts, or simply handing over a couple of donuts in a transaction that at worst would take you forty-five seconds?
You see, most lazy people make MORE work for themselves. They fuck it up somehow, and have to go back and do shit over again. It is actually EASIER to do things right if you can manage it. And you keep your job longer.
Make no mistake, chilluns: were it not for the fact that they would have a hell of a time trying to get someone to fill all six slots of my schedule, EVEN WITH the fact that two stores full of crew are now wandering around looking for hours, I would have been fired out of my job a long time ago. Only compassion on their part, and a curious mix of stubbornness, quality work (when I can be bothered), and an attendance record that may include gaps, but every single one has a decent explanation, an unavoidable circumstance behind it.
Christ, I'm babbling again.
I am gonna try to get some real creative work done tonight/this morning. Cross your fingers for me.
I had forgotten about how badly I sometimes feel the need to strangle some of the mtoherfuckers that walk into that store. Sometimes it's me, sometimes it's them. Sometimes it's both. FriSat was a tribute to my self-control. The boss asked me if I would stay till seven, but no one bothered to relieve me till eight. I got bitched at my customers at least four times in the last two hours of the show, because I was the only one working the counter, and the two shitbrains in the back couldn't bother to keep a low profile and just do their damned 80-dozen special order.
One customer tried to run his mouth at me about how things were, and I told him that he should come back and talk to the manager. He got all shaky and told me that I had a very negative attitude, to which I responded, no, it's just that I'm not in charge of anything. I'm simply trying to give you a constructive outlet for your complaint. If you really wanted something to be done, you would speak with the manager.
It's a strange truth, and no one likes it.
Donuts fresh? No.
And half the time people stare at me like I'm just being lazy. I do, in fact, laze about, but I have absolutely no control over the donuts. I like to pride myself on the fact that while I am lazy, it's a Smart Lazy, a laziness that realizes the Actual Easy Way Out.
Which is easier? Standing there arguing or explaining things for two or three minutes, and getting yourself all worked up inside, and having conflicts, or simply handing over a couple of donuts in a transaction that at worst would take you forty-five seconds?
You see, most lazy people make MORE work for themselves. They fuck it up somehow, and have to go back and do shit over again. It is actually EASIER to do things right if you can manage it. And you keep your job longer.
Make no mistake, chilluns: were it not for the fact that they would have a hell of a time trying to get someone to fill all six slots of my schedule, EVEN WITH the fact that two stores full of crew are now wandering around looking for hours, I would have been fired out of my job a long time ago. Only compassion on their part, and a curious mix of stubbornness, quality work (when I can be bothered), and an attendance record that may include gaps, but every single one has a decent explanation, an unavoidable circumstance behind it.
Christ, I'm babbling again.
I am gonna try to get some real creative work done tonight/this morning. Cross your fingers for me.