The Abcess Grows
2004-05-01||xx||2:11 a.m.
Owwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!
Christ Almighty on a fucking big stick!
Alright, alright- I know I have an immensely high pain threshold, but this is getting ridiculous. Also i am aware that all the nerve endings are in your mouth, which is only exacerbating the problem. I have a feeling, that tomorrow, when I awaken, I will be asking Frank and CC to take me to an emergency room, ANY emergency room and get this goddamned abcess looked at. It's swelling bad again, filling with that pus bullshit and it hurts like a swahilian mother fucker. In fact, i MAY just call the fuck out of work too- fuck em- they can't possibly understand the pain I am in any fucking way.
Oh, and boy am I PISSED off at my boss at work now or what? Last week I had trouble getting in on thursday, so I called and said I was walking to pick up my bike and it would take roughly an hour. I find out I am unexpected because I don't work on thursday. I HAD switched thursday for my friday morning that was bothering me so much, but that had been months ago and was never reflected on the schedule. So they call my immediate supervisor and find out that no, I don't work on thursdays. So here I am, working a grand total of 4 days a mother fucking week, making $10.25/hr and having been with this company for the past 8 years on/off. I start to get angry here.
This week happens, with my abcess and while I am trying to get ahold of some insurance it occurs to me that I haven't seen my kitchen manager for some weeks. So i look at the schedule to see when I could come in and talk to him about insurance, and there, lo and behold, is me, scheduled now for thursday nights, from 4:30 to close. To close! Every other motherfucker on the goddamned schedule has two or three phase shifts a week. I have one, and four closes. *ahem* Fuck you Matt- fuck you and your fucking stupid motherfucking bullshit attitude. I keep getting the idea that for some reason you would be happier if I were gone from your little resteraunt. I can't find a time to see you about insurance, none of your other managers know where the fucking papers are so I can't sign up for the needed plans and believe me, it's gonna goddamn cost you when i call out to get this drained at the emergency room, and I sure as fuck am not going to be your workhorse bitch when it comes to closing. When Cecelia was KM she was online when she was needed, she worked with people and made DAMN sure that everyone knew their jobs. You, you hate being online, all you want to do is coast through your day, and fuck the line cooks if they need help. Oh that and talk about who should nail the newest server cause she's hot. Mike was right about you Matt- you are a dick, an asshole, a piece of shit that never should I have worked with. I can't wait to leave your kitchen.
So yeah- I now work on thursdays, again, officially, but it's a close shift- a shift with the mexicans who just abuse anyone closing with them. You end up doing it all, and dammit, i have already been that guy, covering all the bases when Tony left last time. It's getting old, very, very fucking old. Oh yeah, and the rub of it all is that it's news to me- I was never told about this shift change, this is just Matt doing what he thinks is what he wants- I have been back since august and never has a word of review come from him. Fuck him- he's a piece of shit in this world I could really do without.
Owwww, damn this tooth bullshit too.
Cephy