MacBros' Place

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[audio:Johnny Paycheck - Take This Job And Shove It.mp3|autostart=no]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 re