I Fucking Swear
May. 31st, 2024 01:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ryanreactsToday was mostly a great day, largely because The Narcissist barely said two words to me . . . until around 7:30. I was in the process of sweeping the floor in staff dining when he felt the need to check in right before he left for the night. Apparently, he wants me to have a talk with him as soon as I clock in tomorrow. He wants to understand me, and wants me to understand him. He wants me to be more efficient about the way I do dishes (which is kind of impossible right now unless he hires another person).
And it's like, I fucking swear to fucking fuck.
YES.
I understand.
Obviously dishes would be much more efficient if "someone" was always running them through the machine as quickly as possible, like, ideally, as soon as they get dropped off.
And, sure, I could do that IF washing dishes was my only daily task. Or, I could do that IF they ever hire more than three dishwashers (one of whom, again, is part-time; he works 24-26 hours Tuesday through Friday) so that MORE THAN ONE PERSON can close every night, and then I can work less hours than I currently fucking have to.
I mean, this is really not complicated.
Why do we keep talking about it?
Oh, but this time he mixed it up a little. Apparently, when sheet pans need to soak because they are gross, I let them soak too long. I should really take care of them a lot sooner than I have been. (It did not occur to him that the longer he talked, the longer I had to let them continue to soak . . .) I don't know if this will be his only recommended efficiency hack, but it was the only one he specifically mentioned today as something we're gonna talk about tomorrow.
But seriously, even if I do get into a habit of only soaking them for twenty minutes or however long he says, that will not create another person or delegate any of my responsibilities to the cooks, will it?
I didn't even take one fucking break today (other than bathroom breaks, which do not count as "taking a break") and was still there for 9.83 hours. If he seriously tries to tell me that the secret is for me to be more efficient and his only suggestion is about soaking sheet fucking pans for less time, I will be seriously tempted to quit on the spot.
Except I can't afford to do that.
Fuck my life.
And it's like, I fucking swear to fucking fuck.
YES.
I understand.
Obviously dishes would be much more efficient if "someone" was always running them through the machine as quickly as possible, like, ideally, as soon as they get dropped off.
And, sure, I could do that IF washing dishes was my only daily task. Or, I could do that IF they ever hire more than three dishwashers (one of whom, again, is part-time; he works 24-26 hours Tuesday through Friday) so that MORE THAN ONE PERSON can close every night, and then I can work less hours than I currently fucking have to.
I mean, this is really not complicated.
Why do we keep talking about it?
Oh, but this time he mixed it up a little. Apparently, when sheet pans need to soak because they are gross, I let them soak too long. I should really take care of them a lot sooner than I have been. (It did not occur to him that the longer he talked, the longer I had to let them continue to soak . . .) I don't know if this will be his only recommended efficiency hack, but it was the only one he specifically mentioned today as something we're gonna talk about tomorrow.
But seriously, even if I do get into a habit of only soaking them for twenty minutes or however long he says, that will not create another person or delegate any of my responsibilities to the cooks, will it?
I didn't even take one fucking break today (other than bathroom breaks, which do not count as "taking a break") and was still there for 9.83 hours. If he seriously tries to tell me that the secret is for me to be more efficient and his only suggestion is about soaking sheet fucking pans for less time, I will be seriously tempted to quit on the spot.
Except I can't afford to do that.
Fuck my life.
