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Oh God, I'm so
tired. Worked from 6pm-2am last night in the most crowded, smokiest
night I've ever worked next to New Years, and then came back
in by 9am for Sunday brunch. Ugh. I'm so tired that I can't
even begin to complain about things. I will say a few good things
though. We have the fucking nicest managers. A new manager named
Heather signed on, Mike came back, and Luis is GM. Could these
people BE more approachable and cool? It's really exciting when
you feel totally comfortable with the manager on duty. It's
ridiculous how much easier the night is. When a "difficult"
manager is on duty, it's like a knife in your side all night.
You feel like you're constantly fucking up, you feel like you're
constantly being scrutinized and judged. You feel like you'll
never get out of there. Like you're being trapped there, always
with ONE more thing you should clean. It never ends.
I thought of another thing I wanted to mention. When the owners
are around watching the floor, it feels like driving in front
of a cop. You know when you're driving around and all of a sudden
a cop is behind you? They didn't pull out to follow you, it's
just residential streets, they're making rounds, and you happen
to be in front of them. All of a sudden, you sit up real straight,
you check that your lights are on, you turn your signal signs
on way in advance, and you try to make your turns perfect. You
think really hard about whether or not you may be breaking laws
you didn't know existed. "Can I go around this person on
the right side if they're making a left?" "Should
I not pass this person?" "Can you have your blinker
on too early?" "If I'm sticking out a lot
and the light goes red, is it obstructing traffic to not
turn or is it running a red to turn - or should I not
have stuck out this much?" You know that if you catch a
bad cop, he could pull you over and give you a ticket for SOMETHING.
There are so many little laws we just don't know about. Well,
I feel that way at work when the owners are watching closely.
"Should I use a tray every time?" "Should I pour
their waters on the table or bring a tray and do it on that?"
"Is my hair too messy?" "Am I running around
too much? Not enough?" You don't know if they're going
to look at you and say, "That's not right," or quiz
you on something. It's like being in history class and you DID
the reading assignment, but you get a pop quiz and still
don't know the answers. All equivalent.
Anyway, I'm concerned about the smoke issue. See, I don't know
if I've written this on my site before because I know one day
I did write about this, but I think it's the day my internet
exploded and I never got it up. I don't feel like looking, so
pardon me if I am just repeating myself. I realized that I work
full time at a smoking restaurant. Basically, your 40 hour work
week that you spend at your desk, at your computer, in school
- I spend that amount of time on my feet, running around inhaling
ungodly amounts of sidestream smoke. That's the air of my work
environment. I'm starting to be really, REALLY concerned about
it. My throat hurts, I feel kind of shitty, and I actually need
my voice. Yelling over that smoke with music blasting is just
laryngitis waiting to happen. It's a basic nightmare. What the
hell is wrong with Boston? It issues the goddamn no smoking
rule, but it doesn't start until May? We don't need a transition
period, just fucking end the smoking inside. I'm a non-smoker
now, I'm proud of it, and it feels like I smoke 10 packs a day
by the time I get home from work. It totally sucks.
Okay, it's nap time. |
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