Poop Shute

I hate hate hate my job. It's meaningless and tedious and I'm starting to develop a skin problem from all the oil in the air and in the food that I eat there because it's free and I'm poor.

Today my boss sat me and two other kitchen peoplw down and said that our performance wasn't up to par. She said that we're getting food out too slowly. The idea is that we get each order out within two minutes of receiving it. Two minutes. Every time. So some orders take three or four minutes. That's still pretty GODDAMN fast. Anybody who is that impatient that four minutes is too slow should fucking relax anyway. She went on to say that there's an assistant manager position open in the kitchen and one of us needs to step up and take it. I had to struggle to not burst out laughing at the entire diatribe. It was just so pathetic. SHe kept dropping words like "career" and "advancement."

Give

Me

A

Fucking

Break.

It's just a tired old line that every boss gives every employee who works a menial job. Her advancement means shit to me. My career lies elsewhere. She was trying to scare us and motivate us by making us competitive. Fuck that. I go in, I do my shit job. I go home.

She went on to say that if she sees our numbers suffering that it's a direct result of lack of speed in the kitchen. WHAT?!?! Yeah, so somebody's gyro takes four minutes and they decide to not come back. That doesn't make sense to me. Who the hell is going to take it that personally?

Anyway. Thanks for reading. I feel better after having vented.

ON a lighter note there's a serious possibility that I'll be sound desiging the Valley Youth Theater production of the Hobbit coming up. I'll get paid about 500 and have a big sweet budget to work with for buying rights to music and what not. Awe yeah.