MacBros' Place

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I didn’t say to much about work yesterday because I was burnt out and pissed off.

But before I get into that, I am glad to say I quit today.

Yesterday was your typical put down, belittle, and insult John day.

So many things happened yesterday, big and small. To start off, the flat top (Grill) wasn’t working properly and only half was working, the broken side was the place you cook the eggs and it being a breakfast shift, you can just imaging how much of a pain that was. The solution was to just shut it off and make do, and not to bother having somebody look at it. Stupid decision, I know, but it wasn’t my decision.

Then one of the waitresses had the gull to give me attitude because it was taking time to get her orders. “You know what? F*@k you!”, was what I was thinking with my inside voice, because it was to early in the morning to start of arguing with ignorant people.

Then there were a bunch of little things that filled the day until it was time to set up the buffet, another job of mine. It seems I do everything there from wash dishes till the dishwasher comes in at noon, work the line, prep the line, set up the buffet, tend to the buffet, empty the trash that they seem to like to fill till you can’t possibly put anything else into so it weighs a thousand pounds. (LAZY ASSHOLES!) All the while while they pussy foot around out back.

Anyway, while I was out in the dining room setting up the buffet and there were two on or near the line, I was rushing by to fetch a utensil that I forgot to take out front with me, and on my way back out, one of them says, “There’s an order up.”

What the F*@K!!!?? Are your frigging hands and fingers broken? I’m f’n busy here and you’re not that busy, is what I’m thinking and was to busy to say anything and to end up wasting time in a useless argument that would end up with me putting the frigging order out anyway.

Then later on in the afternoon I was portioning out wings and when I emptied the box I broke it down for recycling. When I got to my last case, I notice a bunch of bags that are already portioned out. Hmmmm. I turn around and ask, “Was I supposed to keep the boxes to put these back in?”

“Well duh! What did you think you were going to put the portions into when you go to put them back into the freezer?”, was the reply I got.

“Umm, an insert, a crate, a sheet pan… etc”, I replied.

“It would have been just great when I go to do inventory tomorrow and see no wings in the boxes and I didn’t count the portioned wings then wouldn’t it?”, the Chef replied.

Why are they trying to make me look a fool so badly? They seem to like having an audience to make their smart ass comments aimed to put me down. So I spoke up and said, “It would have also been great if somebody told me to keep the boxes, instead of standing there watching me break them all down right in front of them.” (Stupid Assholes!)

That actually shut them up. There wasn’t any more of their snickering back and forth with their insulting comments. They stopped taking turns on making those insulting comments as one would usually say something and the other would snicker and them put their 2 cents in. OH NO! He has a backbone!

It wasn’t long though till they were back to their demeaning comments and remarks, and the day came to and end and I was happier than a pig in shit to get the heck out of there.

When I got home I spoke to Dave again at the Dip, and he wants to see me again on Monday Afternoon to discuss some more. From what he tells me on the phone, I may be working there as soon as next week. It’s a definite thing for sure, he wants me there and I would like to go back anyway, but we’ll see what he has to say again on Monday.

When I was getting up to go to work, I had noticed that my sheet had a bit of blood on the end. It seems my toe was bleeding, so I was going to be late getting into work. So I called in telling them I’ll be late.

Eeeew! And no, that’s not Goth Nail Paint. And yes it hurts!

As I was tending to my injury, that was caused by that hell hole, I got to thinking about the day before, and also how they get me to do all the work with little or no breaks while they have it all easy. I look at my bleeding toenail and say to myself, “Why the hell am I doing this?” So I decide to take my time, let them work hard for a bit.

I get a phone call, “Hey John. What’s going on?” The sound of attitude in the voice. As if to say, we’re actually working, why aren’t you here to do our work?

But before the call I was thinking, “Why even bother to go in? Why even bother to continue to get my asshole rammed? Why continue to get insulted and physically harm myself?” So I went over my options, reviewed my finances and came to the conclusion that I will no longer be working at that place. And when I got the phone call with the attitude, it made the decision all that much easier.

The attitude in the voice quickly changed from ass, to a “Oops! We pushed to far” voice. “But why?”, they asked, and I told them I’ve got a better opportunity. The the “Oops! We pushed to far” voice went to the ass voice again.

“Ahh, man! Why are you doing this!? You know we have a busy weekend! I thought you were better than that!”

I am better than that, and I owe it to myself not to put myself through another day of insulting and ridiculing, so I followed up with a shallow, “I’m sorry man.”

“Well thanks a f’n lot! You f -”, *CRASH!* the sound of the phone slamming down.

And that was the last temper tantrum I have to hear from that very grumpy person. As yet that was another thing that I didn’t want to have to endure again, having to go through the drama of watching this person have sissy fits all the time is just stupid. I don’t want to be walking around like I’m walking barefoot on broken glass all the time. It’s my life and I don’t need all that drama.

I know I’ll be happy again at the Dip. I liked it there when I was there for over 11 years, and everybody gets along and it’s always a happy group of people to be working with. There is never any of the drama that I had to endue over the past month. So I’m actually looking forward to going back. Even the Boss (Dave) is more of a friend than an employer. He’s always been good to me and I was surprised he didn’t have any hard feelings from when I left in the first place. So it seems things are going to be looking up for me in the following weeks. It’s just the transportation and apartment hunting and moving part that I hate. But once I’m back in Fredericton, it’ll all be good again.

Thanks to Corey, and his post the other day. I was singing that song all day yesterday, and it was actually fitting as I sung it looking devilish at each of them idiots.