5 posts tagged “manager”

I went into work at the coffee shop last night.
First night I worked since Friday.  I had to take the Max because my car is still completely covered in snow. 
Got to work and it was a mad house.  The T had mentioned that it was crazy so I was somewhat prepared but not really.

On an average day we generally sell anywhere from $50-$150 an hour.  (Lately because it has been so slow the hours  are closer to $30-$50 an hour.)  This summer when we were in the middle of the busy summer travel season the busiest hour I saw was somewhere around $210. 
Last night, our slowest hour was $230ish.  We were staying right around $300-$350.  It was fucking insane.  And it never stopped, we stayed open an extra hour and we were hoppin' right up until close.  My manager had to go stand at the end of the line and turn people away so we could close.

As I'm trying my damnedest to get the front, cleaned up, stocked up and closed up people are still coming up asking if we're open or not even asking, just standing there waiting for someone to wait on them.  This is something that normally happens so I just tell them that we're closed and direct them to the only open place in the airport.  Most people are cool about it but every now and then we get some who can't accept the fact that we're closed. 

It's always a certain type of person who gets annoyed that we're closed.  I hate them.  Not just because they're an annoyance to me as I'm trying to get the fuck out of work but more because they have a sense of entitlement that really irritates me.  I can't even count the times I've had people (and by people I mean skinny blond bitchess) respond to me telling them that we're closed with... "Couldn't you just make me a skinny vanilla latte..."  Quiet often there is a hair twirl or batting of the eyelashes involved. 

It FUCKING DRIVES ME INSANE!!!

If I was a dude, and I was interested in the stupid bitch type, it might work, I'm guessing it has worked for them before thats why they try it with me.  I'm not a guy and if I were (or into girls) I would want to punch thier perfect little faces and then watch them freakout about not being perfect anymore.

Anyway, I need to go write my dad a letter, make a star for our really tiny Christmas Tree and possibly make some cookies with the kid and other stuff but I can't exactly remember what that other stuff is.

Merry Christmas Eve, ya'll.

I'm very grumpy today.
I wasn't, but then I got to work 20mins late because the Little T's granddad got stuck in traffic and was late picking him up, then I got stuck in the same traffic.  Crap.
I don't want to be grumpy.  I want to be happy.  I hate my job though.  I wouldn't mind it so much if I didn't have to fight for hours or if I wasn't still pissed at my manager.
I sent out 5 or so resumes today, including a followup on a place I applied to a few days ago.  Kid/Family Restaurant on the Beaverton/Portland line.  From what I can tell, I really want to work there.  I haven't gotten to check it out but I'm fairly sure I'd love it.  I have a feeling I'm not going to find anything I want and I'll end up applying to Freddy's or something like that. 

Oh! The kid isn't gonna be home tonight (he's now with baby momma's momma every other weekend)  I think I'm gonna take a mega long ass shower!!  I can play music and not wake him up! 

Fuck, I need to go back to work. 

My head is throbbing. 
So badly that it kind of makes me want to vomit.

I closed with my manager tonight.  I don't know who's worse.  Her or New Guy.  At least with her I get all the tips and we're generally out of there super early.  She's very much a "go to work to work" type.  Which is cool and all but when it's as slow as it was tonight a little harmless chit chat would make the night go by a bit faster.  Ugh.

Stayed at the Terrorist's house last night.  Got there and was in bed within the hour.  Which is basically what our relationship has been reduced to over the past week or two.  He mentioned it this morning.  How it kind of bothers him that we haven't really gotten to spend much QT together. The comment kind of caught me off guard to be honest.  I don't really know why but it did.  It's not that I hadn't noticed it, it's not that I didn't agree with it, I just hadn't actually admitted it to myself until he vocalized the words.  Because of the whole "incapable of adult relationship's" thing I had tricked myself into thinking that it was just sex that I was missing I didn't even think of the emotional aspect.  Wow, that snuck up and bit me on the ass.  Oh well, life is busy for both of us at the moment and it's only going to get busier.  Which sucks, a lot, but there's not much we can do about it.  Just have to give it time, things will even out after a bit.  I hope.
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Fuck.  It's 230a.  I was supposed to be in bed by two.
I need to go to bed, I have to be downtown at 10a. 
Fuck, that's in less that eight hours. 

I was up until 5am, hit the 4 page mark and still am not done with the letter to my dad.  I was going to get up early and continue it but I saved it on Lesley's computer, not my USB drive and she took her computer to school today.  Oh well.

My Week in Bullets...

• Had the conversation with The T (see "2 out of 3 ain't bad...)  It didn't go like planned, mainly because I'm incapable of adult relationships due to my lack of  adult communication skills.  More or less I said that I will probably back off because so much time together is causing "emotions" said "emotions" were thankfully left undefined.
• Proceeded to spend the next 4 nights there.  I don't wanna back off.  I like him, I like hanging out with him, so fuck it.
• Helped him take care of some shit going on with his kid which involved driving to Hillsboro, hanging out in a court house, sitting outside the court house (getting a great tan), doing lots of dishes, providing moral support, drinking beer, partaking in BBQ activities, cleaning his fridge (and defending him to his dad when his dad started to give him shit about me being the one cleaning the fridge... it's SOOO shiny now!), laying on his back roof and getting more of a tan.  Granted these things obviously aren't all exactly related to the Little T crisis but they all happened within the same 48 hour period.
• Fought with Chris.
• Fought with Chris some more.
• Met the Ogre.
• Hung out with the Skinhead (my neighbor)*
  
• Was told by 3 people (Terrorist, Lesley and Nathan) to not sleep with the Skinhead.  (Do ya'll actually think just because I talked to him means I'm going to fuck him???  Common people give me some credit!!)
  
• Didn't see Lesley for awhile.
• Actually went over 24 hours without phone, text or visual contact from Miss. Lesley.
• Started getting along with the 19 year old supervisor.  She's a good kid, if somewhat young and inexperienced.
• My manager has basically told me she loves me and asks me every day if I like my job... I feel like an ass every time I lie to her face and say... "Yes, I do"
• Pissed the 19 year old supervisor off, took the adult route, apologized, promised to work on the thing that pissed her off.
  
• Payed Lesley about 1/2 of what I owe her.
• Payed my mom about 1/440 of what I owe her. 
  
• Decided that I'm going to stop being so cheap and get my coochie waxed.  Yay! For Coochie Waxing!!  I can't wait!
  

I think that's more or less it.  Okay, that's not true but that's all I can think of at the moment.  I'm at the Red Square and they're playing Christmas Music.  Blech.  It's fucking May!!
I'm gonna go send out a resume or two and then possibly go lay out on my front lawn.

*His skinhead ties aren't exactly known at this point but he has a swastika on his right tricep and therefore we have dubbed him "the skinhead"

I wish I could say that I'm handling this early morning thing well.
But I'm not, at all.
So much so that my brain is having a hard time attempting to form sentences right now.
It's a very yucky feeling.

I think I'm going to give myself an hour.
After an hour if I don;t feel more awake and alert, I'm going to strip naked and go jump in my neighbors koi pond.  That should help clear my head. 
Though it might not do much for my abrasive disposition.
Oh well, I don't think there are actual fish in there.

The Job.
Isn't bad.  Nothing like pulling espresso shots for 8 hours a day.  (Not that I would know because the most I've done it is 4 hours a day.)
My manager likes me.  I don't know what her normal caliber of employee is but they must tend to suck cause she seems really impressed with me.  Tomorrow I might be on the register.  Oooooh the register.  There's some exciting stuff. 

The Tips.
Not great.  But not bad.  I made around $10-$13 for 4 hours today.  Which isn't nearly as good as I'd make if I were serving but it's also better than nothing.  They have a weird way of doing tips but it seems to work for them and I get to leave with them daily so I wont complain.  The really odd bit is that instead of cashing there change out they just split the coins.  Which means the past two days I've gone home with $6-8 (or so) in change.

I haven't seen the Terrorist in a while, which kind of sucks.  I need my daily dose of terror.  (Okay that  was a pretty bad joke but at least I'm waking up enough to attempt humor.)  I hadn't heard from him for a few days.  Which is fairly unlike him to not alt least return a text, so I called to see if he was dead.  (I thought he was either dead or avoiding me.)  Apparently it was neither (phew, though I've heard some say the only good terrorist is a dead one, I just don't agree) he's been sick (yuck).  That made me feel bad because I called him VERY early yesterday morning kind of secretly hoping hi might wake up just a bit so he could let me in and I could crawl in bed with him and nap there.

I miss Lesley.
I know that's kind of an odd statement considering about 12 hours ago I was ready to smash her face through a window then cut her repeatedly with broken shards of glass... but what do you want I'm a bit moody!
I haven't actually hung out with her in a long time. 
Hopefully tomorrow we'll have time to do pho.
Hopefully.

Okay, I think I"m done rambling..
Now if I can not fall back asleep things'll be good.
I got home at 9.15a  Then attempted to play online then finally started to nap around 10.30a with the intention of getting up at noon.  Didn't happen..