A job where you can jump out at your co-worker pretending to have knives and he’ll back up, whispering in horror the name “Mitsuko” is not a bad job to have.
Put in my two weeks notice because I can’t handle all these doubles I’ve been working.
Naturally, I get scheduled for three doubles this week.
So tempted to just quit-quit this week. Must remember I like all of them too much to screw everyone’s schedules over that badly.
Working Christmas Eve went so well my co-worker gave up on everything and lay down.
I’m Belle on the outside, but Katniss on the inside.
I may or may not have dressed my co-worker up as a skeleton.
WHO WANTS TO PLAY A MOTHERFUCKING TEAM-BUILDING FUN COMPANY GAME AT THE GODDAMN LIBRARY
Stopped studying because I can’t tell if the things I’m reading are sticking in my brain anymore and now it’s getting all jumbled up. Might look over them again before bed but I’m afraid this is the best it’s gonna get…I’ll get to orientation early and study more in the morning. I don’t know why this is damn hard for me…these menu tests are the Kobayashi Maru of tests.
Once again, work, why the fuck are you making us learn each and every ingredient of every menu item? It makes every item into 5-10 things. So a test of 7 questions turns into many questions. And I’m not even a server. I’m a barista. And we haven’t even begun on coffee. I just spent six hours studying something, stressed out of my mind, about something that I’m literally never going to use ever.
If I don’t pass these tests, I’ll have to take them again.
Stupid fucking delusional job orientation sent me home with “just a few pages” of menu to memorize for a test, on which I must get 90% or I retake. By tomorrow morning.
LOOK AT YOUR LIFE RESTAURANT
LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES
YOU ARE TRYING TO KILL ME
You don’t know what it feels like to have your ear drums clubbed into a fine paste by a screaming goose until you’ve waited tables at an Armenian wedding.