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12 May 2003
twelve twenty two pm

madness, i tell you. i'm stalling for time. yesterday, after work, i asked mary if it was really neccessary for me to come in this morning at nine to bus tables. last monday i left at eleven thirty. blah blah. she tells me it is because they can't bus their own tables. whatever. nightshift does it all the time. i went in this morning. it was DEAD. and i do mean dead. a table.. oh. once every fifteen minutes, if that. worse than last week. sandy and susan are bitching at each other, probably because they have nothing better to do. instead of waiting till connie comes in, i ask mary if i can leave at ten thirty. there is no point in my being there if they can do it themselves, it is a waste of time and resources. mine and theirs. she runs her mouth but lets me go. NOW i get a call saying i have to come back because they're all bitching at her, saying she's the manager. i bet she's sitting at that counter when i come in. she doesn't do shit unless liz or eleni is there, and THAT's the point sandy's making when tells mary "we have no busser, you're the manager." yesterday she was running around cleaning tables carrying PLATES for godssakes {which i have heard her say she refuses to do}. but liz was there. and mary doesn't want to look like the fat cow she is. she makes me so angry. sandy better be livid she doesn't have someone to clean her tables or they better be fucking slammed.

this doesn't classify as complaining because hey. i got to come home and sleep for an hour or so. and i only really have to go back for two hours. and mary will leave around one anyway. but it is the principle, for one. and i am trying to take as long as possible, for two. i'm not trying to get fired, no. just rebelling within my constraints until i can escape.