I have some exciting news from my world of work.
I was asked by my boss and in all serious if I’d like to do biscuits at least 2 days a week.
I act an say it all that, because That’s only a position that that’s given to reliable employees. Ones that she knows she can trust.
Hence given, the surprise question
Progress NOT Perfection x2
When I accepted the position, I jokingly asked if it came with a raise. She didn’t leave me hanging, as far as waiting on a response. You know how you see that little bubble when someone is responded? Or at least you think they’re about to. Then when it disappears your like, WTF? Did I do something wrong? What did I say? Dammit I knew I shouldn’t have asked that last question!!
Nope she answered right away asking me when I received my last one. I told her before our company was bought out. And God knows that been over 6 months ago (so I’ve actually been due one, but ya know how it goes with those fucking corporate hounds). She told me that she’d look into it and get back with me. But her answer to my question was a yes, (btw).
Then when I came to work just yesterday we were sitting out back smoking a cigarette and just talking. She struck up the conversation about my offer from her. I sat quietly and listened to everything she had to say. Our regular biscuit lady is due retirement soon. Honestly she shouldn’t be working right now. She should be at home reaping the rewards of the state paying her disability for all her hard work throughout her life. She recently had heart surgery and was back at work before her 6-8 weeks was up I know. Plus, her stubborn ass only said the doctor said she could come back. She never made it official like bringing in a work release from her doctor. She’s a sneaky ol’ braud. But I love her all the same.
Other employees don’t show our elders the respect they deserve. Say for instance Mrs. Paula (current biscuit maker) working after open heart surgery. She tries to keep up but she doesn’t have any ore give-a-fucks left in her entire body so therefore it’s of no care whether she’s keeping up with how busy we are and the amount of biscuits she really needs to be making. Which I can perfectly understand. She’s been here for, damn I’m sure how many years she’s been here but I know it’s been long enough.
My boss, Mrs. Laura (who is acting GM) busts her ass here like who done it an what for. Like, yeah I could say that about some of the other GM’s I’ve worked with but I seriously see that she doesn’t treat her crew or junior management, like minions. The way that some others have and still do to their crews. Where I was working before (Wendy’s) I busted my ass there a lot more than I have to try to do here. I had the maintenance position.
Working there in that position, just even carrying that mf title means your gonna have to push yourself, mentally, to get through an 8 hour shift. It’s exhausting, back breaking, laborious work that isn’t worth the pay whatsoever. I started here making almost $2 more than what they were paying me.
Motivation enough to change jobs for me!
Not to mention I got that motherly vibe from Mrs. Laura during our interview. She almost cried and I know I did, (because I’m a big cry baby). When we came back from smoking a cigarette she pulled me aside to the little table (we use it when mixing gravy) and told me she sees something in me. And that she’s got faith that I can do this. Possibly even more. Who knows? (Definitely something for me to think about). Just sayin. . .
SO. . . I worked 7am this morning until a little after 2pm. I stayed behind taking out the trash and I finished up the dishes. I straight up told Stevie (my relief) that I had no idea what the prep person had done with what they were supposed to do. Obviously, because I was busy cleaning the kitchen, taking the trash out, after breaking down all the boxes that have piled up throughout the morning. Believe me when I say on some days those piles of boxes can be huge!
Especially on truck day!!!!
On Saturdays I’m swimming in boxes. Hell, everybody is. Man though ‘T’ be beastin’ himself out putting all that shit away. The shit the truck dropped off. All piled in every isle that is normally clear with a little walkway. Shit!
Anyways. . .
I work 7am to 2pm tomorrow as well. I’m not gonna be late. I have disciplined myself mentally already, (or well, good enough anyways) to not be late because I don’t want to let Mrs. Laura down at all. My consciousness only wants to make other people proud of me, so therefore I want to succeed and I do. It internally makes me feel so damn good it’s crazy. Like, goal one, check. Next.
Being asked to do the biscuits only 2 days a week my not seem like anything to you. After working for this company almost 3 years this is my first time ever being asked if I’d be interested in doing them. I was actually feeling like, Mokay! Sure thing there Mrs. Laura.
But I’m doing it and I’m taking it all for what it’s worth. Who knows? This old maid I’m turning into might not be such a bad thing after all. Please continue keeping me and my journey of coming into this responsible old maid lime light role, in your prayers.
Lord knows I need it (your prayer, that is).
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