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VENT: Awful Day at Work 7-6-18
7 years ago
Tonight's been absolutely miserable.
I work in a fast food kitchen. I'm the best cook in the store (and yes, this includes the managers - one or two of them can match me in fry cookery, but none are better than I am at that part of the job). This week I've been extremely sick - diarrhea starting on Tuesday evening, sore throat starting last night, probably a fever though I can't exactly check reliably, and to top it all off today that clear runny liquid kind of snot was pouring out my nose (always onto the floor, luckily, so I never had to throw out any of the food I was making).
Today our second-best cook (not counting the few managers that can cook - more like fourth or fifth best if you count managers) had to quit on us for "family issues" that required him to suddenly move out of town without notice. So the store manager didn't send me home right away. Not long after I received this news, I accidentally cut my left thumb with the box knife and there were no bandages in the office for some reason.
Three of the four managers were working on this shift; one was supposed to be in the kitchen but he'd been instructed to "bounce back" and help up front sometimes. This meant, to the assistant manager in particular, that he should never help in the kitchen and always be up front helping with drinks and desserts. Said assistant manager is the most unpleasant person I have ever had to deal with in my life, and I had to work a closing shift with her twice already this week and twice last week as well.
I was doing a very valiant job, in my physically broken state of health, to keep cooking the food at a good clip compared to the four people in the front of the house who were taking orders. Most of them were not bothering to call out any of the items we drop to order, but I'm more or less used to that form of incompetence. Since I can't wash anything with my thumb cut open and bleeding, I was having the kitchen trainee in back washing dishes so we wouldn't have to be in there doing that until 2 AM tonight.
Eventually, after I had a screen with six or seven orders on it, the assistant manager started bitching at me about not having the bacon warm enough. She's an absolute control freak and a micro-manager who constantly makes everyone miserable, oftentimes acting like her own personal preferences are actual rules. I explained to her that the smaller pan we usually move bacon into to warm it up was already sent back to be cleaned, as it usually is at this time of night, and she just reiterated that the bacon had to be warmer.
I decided that I'd had enough and just got off the clock and went home. I said I didn't even care if I get a write-up, which I kinda do since I'm a near-flawless employee, but this bitchy badger (sorry for insulting two beautiful animals by comparison) has always strained my nerves and tonight it was just a step too far. Had I not been both miserably ill and physically injured, I'd just have put up with her for the sake of everyone else I work with.
I hate to think that I might lose this job, a job which I love, but most likely I'm just going to get a stern talking to. However, while I might apologize to the store manager for acting out I will never apologize to this assistant manager.
I work in a fast food kitchen. I'm the best cook in the store (and yes, this includes the managers - one or two of them can match me in fry cookery, but none are better than I am at that part of the job). This week I've been extremely sick - diarrhea starting on Tuesday evening, sore throat starting last night, probably a fever though I can't exactly check reliably, and to top it all off today that clear runny liquid kind of snot was pouring out my nose (always onto the floor, luckily, so I never had to throw out any of the food I was making).
Today our second-best cook (not counting the few managers that can cook - more like fourth or fifth best if you count managers) had to quit on us for "family issues" that required him to suddenly move out of town without notice. So the store manager didn't send me home right away. Not long after I received this news, I accidentally cut my left thumb with the box knife and there were no bandages in the office for some reason.
Three of the four managers were working on this shift; one was supposed to be in the kitchen but he'd been instructed to "bounce back" and help up front sometimes. This meant, to the assistant manager in particular, that he should never help in the kitchen and always be up front helping with drinks and desserts. Said assistant manager is the most unpleasant person I have ever had to deal with in my life, and I had to work a closing shift with her twice already this week and twice last week as well.
I was doing a very valiant job, in my physically broken state of health, to keep cooking the food at a good clip compared to the four people in the front of the house who were taking orders. Most of them were not bothering to call out any of the items we drop to order, but I'm more or less used to that form of incompetence. Since I can't wash anything with my thumb cut open and bleeding, I was having the kitchen trainee in back washing dishes so we wouldn't have to be in there doing that until 2 AM tonight.
Eventually, after I had a screen with six or seven orders on it, the assistant manager started bitching at me about not having the bacon warm enough. She's an absolute control freak and a micro-manager who constantly makes everyone miserable, oftentimes acting like her own personal preferences are actual rules. I explained to her that the smaller pan we usually move bacon into to warm it up was already sent back to be cleaned, as it usually is at this time of night, and she just reiterated that the bacon had to be warmer.
I decided that I'd had enough and just got off the clock and went home. I said I didn't even care if I get a write-up, which I kinda do since I'm a near-flawless employee, but this bitchy badger (sorry for insulting two beautiful animals by comparison) has always strained my nerves and tonight it was just a step too far. Had I not been both miserably ill and physically injured, I'd just have put up with her for the sake of everyone else I work with.
I hate to think that I might lose this job, a job which I love, but most likely I'm just going to get a stern talking to. However, while I might apologize to the store manager for acting out I will never apologize to this assistant manager.
