We were so busy at work today that I thought it was never going to end. As usual we were short handed and yes, before you ask, our lobbies are open. I was the main sandwich maker all day. I was also the prep person. It was our GM, biscuit maker, me, drive-thru order taker, and the “new guy”. He’s a really nice dude I guess. He has been to me anyways. However he doesn’t like playing fetch for another certain someone that works there. By that I mean this person is the “sandwich maker” and will NOT leave line for nothing!!! We will be clear, no one to serve an they’ll notice that they need lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, or anything at all. They will ask someone else to get them. Or a car will come through drive-thru and they will ask for someone else to put the bun through the toaster, instead of them just walking around the line and doing it their self. Man, that was a mouth full but it’s all true. I’ll be in the middle of doing prep and we’ll be super slow in business an they will say, “can someone get me some small cheese please? I’m not holding or anything I”m just running very low.” When I hear the question come out of that persons mouth, it sends razor sharp chills through my entire body. I want to blurt out for them to “get the dam shit yourself” !!
I don’t though. I’m a very respectable person now and I try not to let the old me come out and have her say. That’s when shit gets real. So, I maintain my composure and continue to do the prep. I have been pretending I haven’t been hearing them. Only just started that maybe a week ago. Hey don’t judge me for it. If it were you in our situation, I guarantee that you’d do the exact same thing. You’d easily tire of hearing it over and over. Repeatedly all through out your 8 hour shift.
I am kind of like a chameleon. I can blend in with my surroundings and adapt to them very quickly. Especially when my inner self is comfortable. At peace. Kind of like your in your own home, only not. I really hope you all are getting the just of what I am saying. This person is very complicated and hard headed. In the beginning it was very difficult to work with them. It was only them too. (That had such a HUGE problem with me). See, I kinda sorta relapsed during my first month or two. You only get a 60 day probationary period. It’s then only that your hired into the company and given your raise, or not. Well on my 60th day I was called into the office. I knew what was coming. I felt it. I was crying already. I was in the wrong. They knew it. Hell, I knew it. I was ashamed like you’d never believe. I knew better than that! What did I not learn, or why did I choose to do the messed up things I did? Hell! I really don’t know and I couldn’t really tell you know except I kind of self sabotaged my new job. I kind of in an way wanted to be fired. Then, right there in that moment in the office. I wanted forgiveness and a second chance. 2 of thew main managers looked at each other and agreed to give me a week’s probation. If I called in on any day, at all. I had to have a doctor’s excuse.
I was ecstatic! On a mission to prove myself to not just the managers , but the crew as well. I did end up having to call in on 2 of the days out of that week. I went to be tested for the corona-virus both times. Negative results also both times. Thank goodness. So, like something just kicked in and I went into over drive. I worked 8 days straight. It wasn’t easy on some days. I’ll tell you that right now. It was like the ‘ultimate test” ever. I did it though!!!
Now it’s been almost 1 year since I have been working there. When I was finally hired into the company, it felt like being accepted by a new family. I respect everyone of them. Their different personalities and all. That’s what makes them the individuals they are. I get along with the person that asks for everything now. That was a milestone all on it’ s own. When I finished my testimony, I gave thanks to my GM and the crew. The entire last page was all theirs.
Now I’m into that freaking make you want to cuss. Man, I have never knew or nor have I ever seen some of the things people choose to eat and the way they would like it prepared. It was a tough day today. We pulled together and got shit done. We smashed on em. Lol!! I’m serious though. We never really had to wait for nothing. It was always just a matter of minutes, or seconds, but the biscuit maker was right on time. Every time. Even the GM said “this is how it’s supposed to be”. She meant as far as teamwork. Why? Because we rocked it out!!!
I just ordered 2 large, hand-tossed crust pizza’s from “Marco’s”. The have slamming pizza’s. (No, I am not getting paid to say anything about them nor am I representing them). I just really like their food and all the extra cheese you can get. I also got 2 double chocolate brownies. I asked how big and he said if you cut it in quarters, it will serve 6 people. I said give me 2 of those. Hell yeah. Why not? Gotta spoil yourself and your family sometimes, right? Not all the time. Then I’d be broke ALL the time. Just saying I felt guilty spending money I earned, by my husband. He is the tight wad. Let me remind you of that. See, he was calling me that. Because i hadn’t spent none of my money yet. From my stimulus. So I have been supplying cigarettes, take out, delivery, all the same. Oh, my personal supply. Which by the way I still have a lot of. Man i got some shit. Just man!!!!
Okay. I wish everyone a good night. If you are a believer say your prayers. I know I will. Even if you don’t believe, or believe in something else, you guys all have a great night! All loved and adored.