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Jul 17, 2009 - 12:02 AM |
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I move in with a co-worker and friend on August first. It's going to be rockin'. It's the cutest place ever. It's downtown right on Jefferson and Johnson--basically it's two or so blocks to everything awesome and one block away from the Co-Op where I do all my grocery shopping. After work at Village Inn, Tyler and I went to Rachael's house (my future house) and we all sat around smoking hookah and complaining about our new manager, Deb.
Here's a little vent about Deb:
Correct me if I'm wrong, but if you have a problem with a member of management or staff, the correct and adult thing is to either discuss the matter with them directly or talk to the GM or another manager about it. So far Jessica, Matt, Rachael and I think one or two other night servers have talked to either Gary(The GM) or Dana(The other night manager) about their issues with Deb. (Keep in mind we only have like 8-10 night severs, so this is a fairly big amount. Sherry, Roger and Amy will never complain because two of them are lifers who don't really care who the management is and how they run and Amy is off to Cedar Falls in August so it doesn't affect her much.) She'll disappear for half an hour to an hour without anyone knowing where she is. Which, when the manager is the person who runs the cash register and gets mad when the host(whose job it is to also run the cash register.) closes checks out, is a big deal. She yells at you if your sidework isn't done within half an hour. (A physical impossibility. Trust me, it takes 15-20 minutes alone just to roll the bucket of silverware we're required to do, much less do our sectiosn and clean the back of the house.) This isn't terribly intolerable, but it's bad enough that it creates difficult and tenuous situations. However, I guess when Gary or Dana talked to Deb about our issues Deb took it the wrong way. Because she took us all back and had a little 'pow wow' to discuss how she didn't want any 'drama' and took the time to basically lie to our faces and make it seem like we were the ones in the wrong for having any issues whatsoever and going through the proper channels to get them solved.
To make matters worse, she's fucking with the schedule. The first time was when she scheduled me during the camping trip. Then to 'punish' me she didn't schedule me at all the next week. At Village Inn, and most restaurants, there are certain shifts that 'belong' to certain severs. The only time this changes is when availability shifts or they request off. Closing shifts ALWAYS go to the strongest servers, and generally those tend to be the servers that have been there the longest, but not always. Well, Jessica normally closes Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I'm supposed to close with her on Saturdays. Well, Deb had decided she's going to "rotate" closes and give the 5pm-5am shifts to Roger--who doesn't want them, and Amy--who's leaving in two weeks and also doesn't want them. She's taken away ALL of Jessica's closes and my Saturday night close as well. Her excuse for me is that she doesn't want me to work at Olive garden and then come there and work a 12 hour shift. Fuck that, that's my prerogative. If I want to work that much in a weekend and my work ethic isn't affected, there is no reason why I shouldn't have that shift. The worst part is, she didn't notify anyone of these BIG schedule changes until today when the schedule is posted and these changes start TOMORROW. So now, Sherry works from 5pm-5am tomorrow and like me, she has a job in the morning afterwards. The difference? Her's is at 6am and mine is at 11:30am. I really don't see Deb's logic here. She's okay with Sherry getting NO Sleep but not with me getting 5? It's retarded. And now she's cut a bunch of the night severs hours and given them to day crew. So now day crew is getting an average of 50 hours a week per person while night is averaging less than 24 hours a week. Not to mention, after telling her at least THREE times that I'm not available to work Friday nights (I work at Olive Garden) and writing on my availability sheet that I can't work Friday nights, she fucking schedules me Friday night.
And then, when I wrote a note for the GM telling him that when school starts my availability is changing to Sat/Sun days and that I know those are competitive shifts, so if there isn't a position available, then this is my notice that I won't be able to work once school started. I stapled it together so only he would see it. Deb asks what it is and I tell her it's an availability change. She rips it open says she's in charge of my schedule, that my availability has to be the same as when I was hired and that I couldn't work day shifts. (I'm all what. the. fuck.) Needless to say, I made sure I sent Gary an email because I figured he'd never see my message and if he did, it'd be paraphrased by Deb.
Wugh, anyways, yeah, that's my manager rant. I'm mostly pissed because her fucking with my schedule and being an all around bitch is making me lose $100-200 a week.
Anyway, as for my new apartment, I'm in love with everything about it. It's absolutely perfect.
I'm going to California in a week or so for a family vacation. We're staying in Anthony Edwards' house out there since I guess he and my aunt are really close friends. So, it should be interesting.
Saw the sixth HP movie. I need to re-read that book because I guess the only thing I remembered from the book was Dumbledore dying. Everything else felt like it was the first time being introduced to it.
Donated plasma. THAT was an experience. Apparently I have tiny, tiny, tiny veins. The doctor had me in panic mode when he said it was likely they'd have to use both arms because of all the excess bleeding under my skin. Luckily, other than having to use an old people (senior) sized needle, it went without a hitch and I got $30.
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