D: "Where'd you disappear to?"
L: "Uh, the bathroom...?"
D: "You have to tell someone when you leave"
L (actually baffled): "What? Why?"
D: "I was wondering where you went. What if something had happened to you while you were gone? What if you'd been kidnapped? What if you'd been accosted?"
L (WTF?! look on face): "Who would've accosted me on the way to the bathroom? I was the only one down there. But alright, I'll tell you when I leave from now on." (Rolls eyes and laughs)
He won that one. I'm still confused as to why that conversation even happened. I mean, when it's busy, I tell someone if I have to walk out for a second (even if it's to go into the cooler or freezer to grab something), or just not even leave at all. I've definitely had to pee soooooooo bad for about 4 hours before: Valentine's Day (read: Hellishly-Understaffed-For-The-Capacity-We-Were-Serving Night). But at 3.30pm? I've never had to announce where I was going whenever I left the room before. I'm not really used to the attention, to be quite frank about it. Speaking of attention, this one happened tonight...
L: "So, is it okay that I've asked for a Friday-Saturday off?" (Knowing those are the two busiest days of the week, not to mention the two days I've never had off before.)
D: "Yeah, definitely. What are they for?"
L: "Does it matter that much?" (Not wanting the answer to come out.)
D: "Actually, it does. What's going on that weekend?"
L: "It's my birthday." (Turning bright red. Not liking the attention at all. Even if it hadn't have been him asking, I'd have turned every shade of red known to mankind. It had nothing to do with the person with whom I was talking.)
D: "Okay, well then. You'll have them off then. No questions."
L: "Honestly though, if it didn't get out that it was my birthday, I'd be happy to work. I just don't like the attention at all. I'll probably just hole myself up in my room and read. If you need me those days, I'll come in."
D: "No, I would never ask you to work your birthday. I was just wondering what was going on, because if it was, say, a concert for instance..."
(Both laugh at this. The night we both got called in to work the night of the Three Days Grace concert we'd been planning since November.)
L: "Yeah, of course. I just really don't like my birthday, that's all."
D: "Of course. Take the days. Get drunk or something exciting like that."
L: "Oh definitely. I'll get right on that one. Thanks for the days, though."
I read an article tonight that was all about working and loving what you do, or finding your dream job, or something to that effect. I was actually quite shocked to learn that most people hate or mostly dislike their jobs. And yet that's where they spend the majority of their time. I don't understand people sometimes. If you found a job that you love, you (not to mention everyone around you) will be happier with life in general. I mean, it's not really surprising to find out that most people hate their jobs, but the rankings for people who felt like they'd found their dream jobs were as follows:
For each statement, decide whether it is more True or False for you.
I feel happy when I think about my job. (Happy is almost an understatement here. I'm fully aware of the fact I'm a tool for saying that, but why deny the truth? Haha, I love my job.)
I look forward to going to work each day. (This might change with time. I hope it doesn't, though.)
I enjoy telling my friends and family about all the exciting things I'm doing at my job. (They get bored/distracted/annoyed loooong before I stop talking about it. I hold myself back because I know that no one wants to hear me talk that much. Really.)
I miss my job when I'm away from it for an extended period. (Does the fact that I asked my boss for more hours say anything about this?)
The good things about my job far outweigh any things I want to change about it. (It's not things about my job I want to change, it's some very specific people. If they were gone, I'd be happier. But, that in mind, they might be soon. But "I don't know that." My boss never tells me anything that I'm not supposed to know... Haha, yeah right. He tells me everything. He knows I won't tell anyone. Who would I tell anyways? The dishwasher? Oh right, that's me.)
Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my work that I forget to take breaks. (He showed me during my orientation the place where the staff go to take breaks. My response? "We get breaks here?! Sweet!" I have yet to take one.)
I would want to do my job even if I weren't being paid. (I am hardly getting paid compared to the rest of the guys. Enough said? I know I'm getting a raise soon anyways. I mean, my boss never told me anything...)
When I'm away from work I check my emails or phone in to see how things are going. (This is the one I couldn't answer. If I had any numbers, I would text them; I figure it would be weird to only keep in touch with my boss. Although, I did find them all on Facebook, so this one might change soon-ish. Meh, I'll live even if it doesn't.)
I feel fortunate to have my job. (Fortunate isn't the right word. I'm damn lucky to have this job. It's the best thing that's happened to me all year decade.)
I work overtime because I want to. (I'm not even sure if I get paid overtime until I'm there for a specified amount of time (like months) or not. Oh well, they already know I'm there because I want to be. I wouldn't get there a half hour early every day if I didn't. Or stay late most of the time. Or work 12 hour days.)
I feel energized when I'm at work. (Every time I think I'm a little slow or sloppy, I just think of the day my boss told me: "Don't sass me, woman! There's a fine line between abuse and discipline!" And I'll burst out laughing. Or he'll tell me the one joke that makes me giggle every single time I hear it..."What do you call a fish with no i? Fsh!" Doesn't really work in writing, but I'm sure you get the point.)
The hours fly by quickly when I'm doing my job. (Please refer to #4.)
I don't check job ads or otherwise look for new opportunities. ("I'm being given the opportunity to work somewhere else? They've specifically asked for me? Um, wow. Tell them thanks, but there's no way in hell I'm leaving my job. Take that up with my boss. He's not letting me leave, either. I think you're done here now. I really hope you find someone else, though!")
If I lost my job I would feel heartbroken even if I wasn't worried about money. (I'm in University. I'm always worried about money, duh. But I would be beyond heartbroken if I lost my job. I was just told tonight that I'm one of two people in the kitchen who shouldn't be worried about their job. And that the staff meeting on Monday won't be pretty at all...)
I can imagine staying at my job for years to come. (At least 3, from the looks of it. School's going to be kinda hard without it. You can't very well apprentice as a chef when you don't work in a kitchen...)
Give yourself 1 point for each statement you answered True and 0 points for each one you answered False.
From: Do You Love Your Job?
I got 14. I think it's safe to say I love my job.
D: "Oh, and during the staff meeting, none of what Ward and I are going to say have anything to do with you. Just sit there and pretend to listen like I never told you anything, okay? We're going to be coming down hard with the rules, and it's not going to be pretty."
L (dog-hears-high-pitched-noise look on face... slowly turns into more of a deer-in-headlights look): "Okay, thanks. Wait. What's going on during the staff meeting on Monday?"
D: "Let's just say that you and Aaron are the only two that shouldn't be worried about your jobs."
L (really concerned look on face): "In the kitchen? Or in the whole restaurant?"
D: "In the kitchen. Let's just say that you might be getting quite a few more shifts out of it."
L: "Yikes. Well, thanks for the warning."
Oh, and Devo's take on bringing (read: dragging) up employee morale? Rodeo Day. That's right folks, my boss wants us to don rodeo gear and go to work like that. "We could have someone dress up as the rodeo clown, and someone else could be the bull..." (Accompanied by actions demonstrating 'clown' and 'bull.') Someone even went so far as to suggest Matt wear ass-less chaps. It was about this point when I started laughing at them. He followed with this beauty:
D: "Well, it's not like we can have a Bring-Your-Kid-To-Work-Day. We figured this could be a close second..."
L: "Who here even has kids?"
D: "No one! My point exactly. Rodeo Day sounded like a pretty good alternative to it...dont' you think?"
L: "So instead of bringing children into this place, you're suggesting we act like children dressed like clowns and bulls?"
D: "Absolutely!"
L: "And how would that be any different from every other day of work?"
D: "We'd be dressed like clowns and bulls! God, Lacey, I thought you were quicker than this!"
L: "I'm sorry, I just wanted to clarify that in my mind. Remind me to book that day off, k?"
And then he laughed at me.
A third helping of why I love my job:
26-It's on the west side. So is my school. So are the places I'm looking at.
27-I get away from my house.
28-No one threatens my cat.
29-My job isn't in jeopardy.
30-My boss won't let me leave, even if I tried. Which I'm not going to.
The first (and hopefully only) installment of what I hate about my job:
1-Stevie never talks to me (read: acknowledges my presence). Even if I talk right to him, using his name.
2-Terry thinks she can do my job better than I can. She thinks she can do Devo's job better than he can. We almost told her to prove it one day she was power-tripping and pissing everyone off. She's really quite talented at it, too. She also watches the cameras, to see what's going on when she isn't there. That also creeps me/everyone else out.
3-Dallas. He just all-around creeps me out.
4-The sexual advances made by Mario (the manager on the restaurant-side) and aimed at me have got to stop. I think I might tell Devo about it tomorrow.
Wish me luck? I think I might need it...
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