310- Past Few Days
2003-11-22||xx||10:51 a.m.
Ugh, a few days since an update and my mailbox hated me. Oh well, la vie..
Worked yesterday, as in friday, and though I for some ungodly reason started at 8:30, I stuck around to 10:30pm to help in the kitchen. Not again- that one killed me- it didn't help that I slept like shit and had to get up for a meeting this morning. Baugh. I woke up at 4, and 6 respectively, and wish like hell I could just call out tonight. I just feel tired.
Update on the bike- dad gave me a new one. It's nice, blue, rides well...all the good things, except well, it's a girl's bike. Which really doesn't bother me that much, except it's too small and I am getting a rash on my inner thigh from the seat rubbing against my leg when I pedal. Not fun- I am getting closer to just breaking down and buying a real bike...
Sigh- so many large purchases to make, so little time, and so much time inbetween paychecks. I seriously wouldn't have an issue dropping a few hundred at a time if I was getting paid every week. Need a second job, just a second job, just something like another two hundred a week, that would make me happy.
Yesterday was...lol, well- I made someone hate me at work. Jason, who I may have bitched about in the past before, has this habit of working slowly, and the prior week had made a ten minute project last nearly two hours. This week, he was well on his way to doing that again when I asked him if he thought he would have the project done by ten, so we could get the line set up. He sorta got an attitude, asked if I wanted to do the bubble bread, since I was such a good planner of time and I responded with, it wouldn't take me that long.
That should have been the end of it, but he persisted and I was forced to tell him that he took an hour and a half to do 12qts of scallions the previous week, and was working on bubble bread this week. With the list of things we had to do- fry 5 lexans of chips, wedge a case of tomatoes, 6qts of scallions, 6qts of marti mix, cook a bag of cajun chicken, portion carrot cake, fry 1 1.2 cases of buffalo wings, and the rest of set up, we really didn't have the time for someone to coast on prep. We have two hours to do prep, and set up the line- with three people, there shouldn't even be a question that you'll get that done, but it seems like every week I am running the shit out of myself to get done because he coasts. I told him that there were ways to multitask, which he said he was, but the thing is I was watching- I knew he wasn't, and I knew what he was doing. In a way, that's my job- to make sure everyone is working hard, not hardly working.
Having fun while working is one thing, but you need to be productive first to get to the easy moments... I worry, that especially should I or another person who works a shift with him call out, he won't have the ability to get the line set up and do all the work. That's not right...at all.
So, I said something, the manager backed me up, and he hates me. I love my job.
That's about it here- I'm headed home to sleep maybe an hour before heading back into work. Lovely, just how I wanted to spend my fucking day...
Love,
Jon