Happy Halloween!!

We gon' light it up like its dynamite!!

The annual Halloween party for the little kiddies is tonight complete with a haunted house, brains, eyeballs, and more! Yesterday at work was a lot of fun for once. Since nobody else seemed to give a shit that we had a party to get ready for, I decided to take the initiative and decorate the lobby and preschool gym. The biggest hit so far is the spider me and the science guy, Scott, jerry-rigged to the door so that when people enter the spider appears to be crawling up to the ceiling. I was a skeptic, as usual, at first. I thought it was a stupid idea and it wouldn't work; now it is all anyone is talking about.

We decided at the end of the night to run the fog machine in the lobby to give kids a preview of what was to come. We ran it for about 30 to 45 minutes, turned off all the lights. We had tiny tea light candles and orange christmas style lights going, mixed with the smoke and scary decorations, it gave everything an erie feel. Kids and coaches seemed concerned with the amount of smoke, but it is water based so not harmful to your health. Another concern was if the fire alarms would go off. We told them not to worry about it, we do this every year. Well, by every year we meant in the large warehouse sized gym, not the lobby. Low and behold we in fact set the fire alarms off. There wasn't a lot of concern since everyone knew there wasn't a fire. The Westwood Police and Fire Department took everything with a good sense of humor. During this time of year this type of event occurs quite a few times. Atleast it gives them something to do. I mean come on, its Westwood, not exactly known for crime and mayhem.

I hope it the alarms don't go off again tonight. We are still going to run the machine in the haunted house. If they do, oh well. I won't be hear. Hope fully I make more money waitressing then if I had worked this Halloween party.

Getting Screwed Once Again

I can't tell you how many times I have had to change my schedule around these people, as they give the new hires exactly what they want and fuck me over. I finally got to work Wednesday mornings and get the afternoon off to do whatever I need to. At the beginning of the semester I had to work all day Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Then I got Wednesday morning off. I had to work Sundays as well as Saturdays. I can have Sunday off. BULLSHIT! No when my schedule works well and I have been trying to catch up on all of my work with Tuesday afternoon, Wednesday afternoon, and all day Sunday off; they want me back on all day Wednesday. I don't give a shit if the new guy, who fucking sucks at his job by the way, wants to start some bullshit wrestling class with his minimal high school experience on Wednesday nights. Too bad. Pick a different day. I have been here for two years and kick ass at my job. GIVE ME THE SHIFTS I HAVE EARNED!!! You aren't paying me what I'm worth, you can at least give me the hours I need to work around school. So you just promoted me, gave me a secret bullshit title no one else in the business knows about, gave me not more money, and added on triple the responsibilities. I don't care. That I can handle. But don't fuck with my routine. Especially not for some shit newbie who has not earned the right to request the hours he wants. He should be getting what is needed around what us old timers don't want. Might have to suck it up and waitress full time. My resume still gets the added bonus to say I was an Admin Manager to help me find a new job.

Day Off and Still On the Clock

I received countless text messages, emails, and phone calls today from work. All asking me where they could find something and how do they do the simplest tasks I have trained them on months ago. I'm sorry, I thought today was my day off. Well, not really. Still had to go to school and deal with the bullshit of them saying I didn't pass the WPE when they sent me an email back in January saying I did. Regardless, I was not suppose to be bothered by work. I am not on the clock, you did not give me a raise, and I am no on salary. So what would happen if I put in an extra hour on my time card for the questions I answered today. They would flip their shit that's what would happen. Ahhhh the joys of real life.

Bend This Buddy

So, I'm going to digress a bit in this post and touch on my waitressing job. The wedding I worked yesterday was nucking futs! People are so ridiculous. You would think when you see a woman coming down a flight of stairs with two giant trays of your empty glasses and plates, you might move out of the way. Nope. Instead they just turn, look you straight in the eye, give a half ass smile, return to their conversation, and still stand in the middle of the stairs. Alright, I got you lady. Don't look at your skinless chicken dinner too close, you might see some spit in it. No returns, all dinners are final, thanks! My second favorite behavior of the night was the drunken frat guy singles table. That pretty much says it all, but let me elaborate. As usual, wine is purchased with the wedding and handed out with the guest with their dinner. Us fabulous waitresses go around filling the glasses back up as the guest finish them. No big deal. I noticed this one short, crooked teethed, mismatched, little man had finished his girly glass of white wine. I went over to him and asked him if he would like some more. He was standing in my way of reaching the glass he had put on the table. He looked at me excitedly, "Can I?!" Well yeah duh, I wouldn't ask you if you couldn't. His friend proceeded to hand me the glass, and as I am pouring, the short little man says to his friend, "Now why did you hand her the glass dude, I wanted to watch her bend over as she poured it!" Alright jackass, I am standing right next to you. I can hear you. I know I'm about a foot taller then you, maybe you think sound doesn't travel that far up, I don't know. This was the first time something like this had happened to me, so my reaction was to walk away. My more experience co workers informed me that in that situation, if I feel the need, a slight "oops I'm sorry I missed and poured it into you lap" was quite alright. Next time.

Time Cards

It is amazing how many people you have to track down so that they can get paid. All you have to do is fill out a tiny sheet of paper with each day that you worked and how long. If you feel like it get your supervisor to sign it. Most of the time though, no one really cares. Just fill the damn thing out and hand it in and amazingly money appears in your checking account. With how easy that is, I still have to track down at least 10 people to get them to hand it in. I wonder what would happen if I didn't harass them for it every two weeks. Next payroll I will just won't say anything. I will just put in who is responsible enough to get them to me on time. They will be rewarded with the money owed them for their hard work and dependability. Those who did not hand them in will just have to deal with getting paid late. The can come and find me and ask me why their time cards were not put in and why they got punished by not getting their task done on time. Oh, how the tables will turn.

Rude Again

I was called rude again today at work. This made me stop and really think about my behavior. They were right. I got defensive, as per usual, but with some consideration, they were right. I was running around doing this, that, and the other thing. I had a million tasks running around in my mind. I was promoted to Administrative Manager today so all of my new responsibilities were weighing on my mind. I was also focused on all of the homework I had waiting for me at home after my 11 hour day. Half hour left of work and there was still a million things to be done. Lately, my boss has decided to become a chatty cathy instead of a productive person. I was trying to round up my work and his, get it done, and get out. When my new coworker taking my place asked me a question in front of a customer I was quick, too the point, no ass kissing involved, in my response. I was more talking to him then I was with the customer, but when I tried to correct the problem and explain myself it was too late. She was already pissed. She proceeded to go on and on about how rude I was with my coworker. Alright lady, I get it. I could have been more sweet to him and to you in my response of you need to ask the coach I have no idea. Next time, I will try and do so. At the same time I was annoyed that he was even asking me. All he needed to do was ask the coach, and if I had asked my superior about it, he would have answered me in the same way. I was considered rude however. They were right I was sort of rude, but come on! Long day, long night. Next time I'll be sure to keep my ass kissing cap on until the very last second of my shift.

Day Off

No customer service ridiculousness today. Finally, it's Sunday, my one day off. The next day I look forward to is Wednesday, when I get the morning off. Other then that its customer service mode all day long. Except for when I'm in class. Trying to please people in a restaurant (second job, minus the annoying tag phrase) or an office is hard work man. 85% fake smiles, 15% genuine enjoyment of people. At the end of the day its hard to turn off the bullshit and try to get real with people. You've been fake talking to people all day long, the last thing you really want to do is strike up an actual conversation with someone. Maybe that's just me. My house phone rang this morning and I started to answer with "*****. Yes is..." and stopped myself midway through. My uncle immediately started laughing at me. I wouldn't be surprised if at dinner I make a bread basket and offer my parents the dessert menu.

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I am just too tired to even process peoples bullshit today. Save me. Someone please come setmy job on fire or call in with a bomb threat. Kidding. Kinda.