113. Dammit. This manager thing is going to kill me. The first thing I do with my bonus is buy the biggest steak I can find and drench it in butter. ...Then find another one ...and some baked mac and cheese ...and make a steak/cheese sandwich! Yes, it's the only way to remedy the conundrum of the Incredibly Shrinking 'Friday. The only way.
Tom Hamilton and some other dude from American Babies came into the store today and gave me a $3 tip and a free CD because I didn't know who they were and kept them company while they waited for their Micro-to-Go. I was super psyched to go home and listen because Tom described it simply as "just good shit." Not for me, fellas. Nice boys, glad to meet you, but not for me.
3 hours into consciousness on my day off and I get a call from a friend I know for a fact must be at work. Wuh woh... Short story shorter: I'm sitting here with a sick kid taking a Benadryl-induced nap on the pillow nest at my feet, trying not to make a sound more drastic than a key stroke. Here's to 4 hours of silence...
Perhaps I should break out of my habitual muted state and actually respond to the messages from randoms piling up in my message box. Maybe. I'm in an oddly chatty mood today.
I just pulled a cardboard tube off the head of a hedgehog, running around circles in the dark. Cheers to going to bed with a smile on my face.
Just an asshole with a smile apparently. I had my first trainee complain about me. I remember when I first started my coworker had just had a talk with our boss telling her to ease up when training because all the trainees were freaking out and quitting because she was too intense, mean and rude. I just got a very similar text from that same employee. I was shocked. I'm always the safety blanket, the fun one, the one the trainees cling to when the boss gets to be too much. The shift leader you can breath around. I'm not used to being made out to be the villain. I barely remember the girl who accused me but if I recall correctly I think she's just displacing newbie frustration about realizing that being a barista isn't all jerking off and play. I came in and it was a clusterfuck of customers so I set up the drinks for the two trainees and put on a show for the people in line waiting for the milk steamers to get their heads out of their asses and catch up. When everything calmed down I clocked in, took over the reins at cash' from my boss and only then had time to introduce myself. Yeah, I made her run a bunch of laps (wiping down tables, restocking the customer prep area, checking/cleaning the bathroom) when we got slow and didn't let her sit on her ass but I wouldn't qualify that as mean. I joked around with her and the other milk steamer and always said my "please" and "thank you"s. I never talked down to her but I didn't have time to hold her hand through every second of the two hours she was instore, that's what the other milk steamer is for. I'm stuck up at register so yeah, I delegate. That's my job. If you don't do yours properly I'm going to send you back to do it right. Better me than the owner she'll be working with more often than I. I'm always the bad guy when someone wants to be lazy. I guess I'll accept that.
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birra
16:31 Jun 28 2011
I prefer a nice salmon steak and a glass of wine... but, to each their own.
GalFriday
16:43 Jun 28 2011
While that sounds delightful it won't pack on the poundage I'm missing.