So, we're not allowed to have smoke breaks until after two o'clock. So at two-thirty I ask my psycho, bitch manager, katey if I can have a smoke. This is what she says. "Well, you know I don't mind, but we've got to get this dining room cleaned up, and this silverware rolled." (Which is SHARED side work, by all of us, which as a given, has to be done.) She says, "You can, but I need you to check on the front of the dining room, check on Scott, and Alan, they both got like, five tables. See if they need anything."
So I do. I go bus ALL of their tables, I ask them what they need, and make sure they're okay. I sweep the floor, and then I go smoke.
I'm down there for like, three minutes, (and by the way, I wasn't the ONLY person down there.) And my host manager, pamela says, "Did you just go on a smoke break? Because Katie told me you couldn't until the entire dining room was set and all of the silverware was rolled." So I tell her what Katey said to me.
BUT NOOOO, Pamela says, "WELL, SHE told ME something DIFFERENT." So we have to go talk to bitchkatie. Katie starts yapping at me right there at expo, embarressing me in front of everyone. I tell her, "Katey, if the dining room and silverware is EVERYONE'S responsibility, then shouldn't EVERYONE be not allowed to go smoke? Since there were others smoking, how come you're picking on me?"
"No, I'm not picking on you, and this isn't about anybody else, it's about you."
SO IS IT MMMYYYY FUCKING JOB TO SET THE ENTIRE DINING ROOM?
Anyone would tell me no.
So what's her fucking problem with me?
SHE'S FUCKING CRAZY, AND SHE'S JUST NOT HAPPY UNLESS SOMEONE AROUND HER FEELS BAD!
And she LOVES to pick on me. I'm the youngest one there, and an easy target for her to start some fucking drama. She gets off to it.
So Pamela tells me I could have been written up, maybe fired.
And katie goes and tells another server about it, while Pamela goes to tell mark, (my fav. manager, and gm)
Why is it that some people make such a big deal out of the smallest damned things?
She acted like I didn't have EVERY intention of comming back from my smokebreak and setting the dining room.
And damn it! There's a ratio here! For every ONE time I fuck up or make a mistake, there's THIRTY other times when I've either helped them out, or done them a favor, or taken everyone's shifts when needed or worked RIDICULOUS hours or Holidays or closed when i shouldn't have.
How come no one takes THAT into consideration!?
They could have fired me today, but they won't, because they need me there. I am so fucking underappreciated. I'm sure if I did get fired katieBITCH would be SOOOO happy to have SOMETHING to talk about for a week, "did you hear, Jo'Ana got fired?????????" Ooooeeee! GOSSIP!
I've heard that because i don't constantly gossip about other people, and my friends, that people think I'm SHADY. But I'd rather have people think that than never shut the fuck up about everyone elses problems!
I think I should just do the bare minimum and never go out of my way to help those assholes. Then they'll fucking notice. Whatever, Katey will be gone in like, a fucking week, so whatever.
I'm just so fucking sick of bullshit like this.
Over a damn cigarette.
I'm going into work now, I picked up Abby's closing shift for her. I won't get off til ten.
- Location:library
- Mood:
exhausted
AGGHHH! IGNORANT ASSHOLES!
I'll come back to my punk rock rant.
- Location:LIBRARY
- Music:Youth Brigade
Andrew said that. The 35+ year old british guy I work with, who's lived in America for the past twenty years. I find it astounding that you couldn't say that on t.v., you couldn't say that in an office job, you couldn't say that if you worked anywhere, but it's seemingly okay, if you work in a restaurant. And it isn't like I'm the only one that heard, everyone did. Yet, I was the only one shocked. My responce was somewhere between, "ANDREW! Oh my, G-d!", and "Holy, SHIT, dude!?". And when I said that, it seemed that all of the staff could agree with Andrew. "Honey, you gonna see it, you gonna feel the same way! Soon as your pocket starts feelin' it! When you work your ass off for a party of eight black women, and get a three dolla tip!"
The restaurant is like one big highschool. But not ANY highschool, but an ARTSY FARTSY highschool. Where every student there believes they know it all, and they're better than everyone. Stock full, of drug addicts, suicidal maniacs, nymphomaniacs, alcoholics, and just down right brown-nosing assholes.
Don't get me wrong, the restaurant business is very amusing, and that's part of the reason I stay, but if they're all so hateful towards blacks, it makes me think.
What do they think of Jews?
- Location:Library
- Music:Gym Class Heroes
-August 10th, 2006
My day was pretty much just work, work, work all day. the lunch shift wasn't really busy at all, but I still can't tell the days apart and yesterday was really busy. So either 1) Work sux or 2) I'm losing my mind. Half the time those two come hand-in-hand. When I got my break, I just walked around uptown observing the same 15 faces I do everyday. All the bankers, all the yuppies, they're all the same. They have the same exact worry from day to day, and one destination at the end of it. And that's home. Which I guess doesn't differ much from me, eh? I'm excited just to be relaxing with my beer and good company. It was so hectic tonight at work, I considered quitting, even. I guess no matter what job you have, as long as it's not what you want, you always do. But tonight just sucked in general. We had the "Live After Five" event. Incase you haven't heard, it's where anyone who's interested in some expensive beer, horny, young sluts, and dirty old men, come out to the Wachovia courtyard and watch a pretty lame cover/tribute band play a dozen songs they've heard about a zillion times to a different singer. Most of them though, hang out in Mimosa and drink their beer, smoke their cigarettes, and hit on each other, in hopes that they'll meet a good, quick fuck, or a brand new friend. That's where I come in. I stand there with two other hosts (who are cool as shit) and direct the drunkards to their tables when they decide they're drunk enough to eat over priced food.
Anyway, though, things just got far too busy and hectic that, instead of walking around with my annoyingly, chipper smile, I just felt like shit. The entire crowd there just makes me want to cry for them all. It's just so desperate to feel so deprived for attention that you go out of your way to dress in what possibly used to be a napkin, and drink far too much to get laid. I just feel sorry them. Not only that, they cause me to stay there way too late and put up with them.
Aside from the live after fivers, I feel pretty good. I got alot of exercise with all the running around, and got paid for it. I also had a pretty great time just yakking with Whitney, she's hilarious. Now I have a beer in one hand, a remote in the other, and great company. So I feel pretty good. Kinda feel like a dude, and that's okay for now, I suppose.
So have a good night folks, I know I will.
luv>jo
- Location:Library
- Music:Adam Ant
Sometime last august.
The few and sometimes many things, people, places, and other BULLSHIT that pisses Jo'Ana off throughout the week until something REALLY pisses her off and she decides to blog about it, rather than gouging everyone elses eyeballs out. Because she's that FUCKING kind.
-Psychos, psychos... i.e. My new server manager. Seriously, ladies, lay back. Lay back and smell the damn roses. Quit getting off to the fact that you feel as though you have the power to completely control someone's life. Quit masturbating to the idea that everyone around you must suffer for your own happiness and well-being. If you have to feel like you own someone to feel good, get a dog. But if you don't want a dog, they LAY BACK. Let someone else be happy for a change. I know it's going out on a limb for you psychos, but who knows, you might ACTUALLY feel good about yourself, letting someone else smile.
-If there are two seast open on the ENTIRE bus, DO NOT sit on the aisle seat if you're by yourself. Sit by the window. If the bus is fucking crowded and there's one seat open, fucking get up or move over and let someone sit there. It is bad enough that the number nine bus goes down to fucking Mexico anyway without seeing seats that people can't get to b/c either your shit's on it, or you're sitting on the aisle.
-The elderly, and handi-capped. It DISGUSTS me and royally pisses me off that there have to be stickers on the bus that read, "Please offer front seats to the elderly and handi-capped." Notice, they didn't say anything about women or children. JUST the elderly and handi-capped. AND SOME PEOPLE CAN'T EVEN DO THAT!!! If you see someone with a damn cane, and you're sitting there, smackin' your gum to the lattest hip-hop tune b/c you're so g-ddamn young and vibrant, then give up your friggin' seat!!!
-Another one for the ladies... back fat. NO ONE wants to see that shit. Plain and simple. So quit wearing your jeans so damn tight. It is DISGUSTING.
-And the boys.... Don't call me baby. Don't call me baby, don't call me sweetie, don't call me ANY endearing term if you are a complete stranger. I don't take too kindly to flattery, and it is most certainly not flattering when you seem to think I'd whore myself off as "your baby" for 30 seconds so you can bum a cigarette from me.
-"Where do I know you from???" IS NOT a pick up line. So QUIT using it. If you want to use a line, make it cute and cheesy, but not something completely dumb like trying to convince me I've met you before. Sure, you won't get any action, but atleast you can make a girl smile and walk away with what's left of your dignity instead of a dirty look.
-Messages. If you have "just moved to Charlotte" don't try and make friends here. If you think you're soooo cool, cool enough to have you display name as, "I'm What's Up" or something lame like that, Then go to a damn club. I'm sure girls will be all over your scumbag ass.
-Guys with no shirts on. Fuck you. Seriously. Fuck you. Don't send me a friend request if all of your pictures are of you posing with your shirt off. I can see that SAME damn stomache in Playgirl. No, ANY magazine. Better yet, I could walk out my fucking door and see it. I understand that you've probably never seen a REAL female's breast in your entire life, but just know, your pecks aren't anything I couldn't see anytime I wanted.
-Jo'Ana. Jo'Ana, don't be a fucking dumbass. You know that caffiene just makes period pain worse. SO DON'T DRINK THOSE DAMN REDBULLS!!! Really, how stupid can you be???? Fuckin' retard.
Oh, you read this entire thing and didn't realize Aunt Flow was visiting? Wow. You're dumb too. No, that's just a joke, but after I proof-read this, I thought, "G-d damn? Was I PMSing when I wrote that??"
Anyway, now that there's not a few sticks up my ass anymore, I think i'll get back to my life. Even though it's full of scumbags, assholes, psychos and whores. I can put up with it for another forty or fifty years. Thirty, if I keep smoking.
luv>jo
"In my life, why do I give valuable time to people I'd much rather kick in the eye?" -Morrissey
- Location:Library
- Music:Siouxsie And The Banshees
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