It’s
that time of year again where everyone is in the ‘Its Christmas’ time and there
is hardly a happy soul to be found in the stores. ‘It’s mine!” or “I HAD IT
FIRST!!!” is cried out in the stores while I try to get presents under 20 dollars
for the family. I know it’s not the gift but the thought that counts.
Sure
people will tell you that after being unemployed for two years; a single mom
working two jobs, going to school and having a teenager for a child. YAY. I
know that I can’t impress people with the gifts; nor with my non-expert cooking
skills. It’s more of the wishing that I didn’t have to worry about balancing
out what I can afford with the bills and how am I going to pay for books next
semester.
As I
work my book store job; its rather easy and simple. Actually it’s a farkin’ god
send to help me get away from the crazy that is my first job. My first job is
at a café/bakery that happens to be quite popular. It’s there I question humanity
in all its forms and ways.
Many
customers are nice and polite leaving and even cleaning up their messes. It’s
the moms with kids and the play dates this time of year that leaving your
schite all over the table for me to clean isn’t cool. Why? Well first off let
me kill off that assumption that I’m getting paid to clean up that schite all
over the table. Nope! Not a penny is spent for that. I’m not getting a thrill
out of ‘customer service’ while getting some kid’s mac and Cheese off of the
table that a mom happily smeared on there because the tray wasn’t good enough
for their little Johnny. Ah, you do realize there are more bacteria on the
table than on the tray right? Oh and we DO mind that we have to spend extra
time cleaning that off because now I can’t handle the four or five other tables
that need attention too. Thanks!
Rearranging
the tables for large groups when the large group table is empty; ah seriously
what the fudge?! This isn’t your home, this isn’t your space and I have to move
crap around so other customers can get around the tables you set up because you’ve
created a fire hazard. Gratz. Thank you for making my job a bit harder than
what it already is to ensure you can leave the place ok if a fire stars. And if
anyone thinks washing dishes is easy; you’ve never washed dishes for a
restaurant before. It’s a bitch and a half … really!
To the
overly bitchy woman that wants to put her coffee together at the coffee bar and
can’t because our canters are too close to the edge; please put it together at
your table. Nothing says like ‘I do not want to serve you’ more than you
throwing your sugar packets at me and saying you’ll make your coffee at the
register counter while making a huge mess and I have to spend about 20 to 30
minutes cleaning it up because –you- felt inconvenienced. It wasn’t my idea to
put it there; please talk to management.
To the
creepy guys that complain about everything if it’s not to their standard of
perfect and the watch you while you’re working on the dining room. You do not
sign my paycheck and my manger is watching me as well. You don’t have to tell
me every fudging spot I missed on the tables; then complain to the manager that
you think you caught something by my poor cleaning habits. I’m not a maid nor
under your micro-management. Please go
back to your job and keep your miserable life to yourself; I was perfectly happy
before you had to say something. Oh and yes, I brewed more ice tea when I saw
you walking in the door. I know, you can’t live without it and you’ll have a
heart attack again if there isn’t any for you when you have your lunch. I don’t
want you going all pale again while you’re yelling at me.
To the
overly annoyed customers that can’t handle babies crying, toddlers running
around not supervised, little children throwing tantrums and the general existence
of children; please don’t come here. Really! Most parents today are not your
parents nor do they have the ideals you do. Whether or not I agree doesn’t
matter; the children will be children. Parents will parent the way they think
is correct. It’s a fudging family place to be so if you don’t like it; you know
where the door is.
I do
like the holidays, and well the place I work at is a job that pays bills.
Looking for another one right now is right out; it’s all seasonal and after the
season is ended those jobs are dropped. So I’m kind of stuck where I am right
now. I can’t complain, I have a job it pays and I have some money. The café/bakery
has a great crew that helps the time go by fast and though it’s a work out I
try to make the best of every day. Sure this sounds all bad and blah but really
Mike, you can’t keep things bottled up inside. Got to let it out and just take
a deep breath and go ahhhhhh; great next encounter.
So what’s
your holiday going to be like? I hope fun and festive. I’m hoping that this
Xmas is at least relaxing after classes are done and I can just veg a bit. Well
have a great night and write to you later.
Ho Ho Ho
Junie
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