Okay, so today was only My Tuesday, and so far this week has been even more of a struggle than usual for reasons of Hell Is Other People.
Yesterday, about half an hour before the end of my shift, for at least the second time, I dropped off a dish in the bakery while someone else was in there having an actual conversation with Kayleigh.
Now, this was at least the second time she has done this: as I walk past she will say something like, "I bet Ryan is starting to get real sick of me for makin' him clean so many dishes" instead of actually asking me if that is how I feel or, you know, saying nothing and just letting me drop off your goddamn clean dishes in silence while you continue your conversation with whoever else is actually in there spending time with you.
Anyway, this time as soon as she said, "I bet Ryan--" I snapped and said, rather loudly, without looking at her or the other person, "Ryan HATES IT when other people put words in his mouth" and walked out of there without waiting for any response.
Of course that made me kind of dread working with her again today, but fortunately our interactions were all very brief. (I guess she noticed my no-tie shoelaces for the first time, because she asked how I got them that way. It was cute.)
And then today, Gina complained
AGAIN about the bins.
Let me back up a bit and explain. The dish pit has two bins full of pre-soak to make the human dishwashers' lives a tiny bit easier. One for silverware, one for ramekins. Pretty simple concept, right? That was a rhetorical concept, but apparently the answer is . . . maybe.
To me the bins should be nearly impossible to confuse, since the silverware goes in a bigger BLACK bin and the ramekins go in a significantly smaller WHITE bin,
but apparently some servers do struggle with the concept quite a bit.
In fact, some of them struggle so much that MORE THAN TWO MONTHS AGO, I actually switched my setup so that it should be physically impossible for them to "forget" that the ramekin bin is there. Shortly after making this switch, Joe the bartender (who is cool!) said something, and I winked and said, "I moved them because some people who aren't you forget that there are two separate bins" and he laughed and it was nothing. Gina also said something fairly soon and I politely brushed it off, but in my head I was thinking, You've been here forever, I know you can do this.
A few other people did have questions, but I don't remember those interactions. I'm always happy to answer questions and it's no big deal, especially if they are new here, especially if I am re-filling the bin they're trying to drop something off in at that very moment, especially if whatever, I don't care, just get my attention and be polite and I'll happily answer every time.
Anyway, I don't remember how many times it has happened since the first time, but today was the latest time Gina complained about which bin goes where. She actually asked if she could move them and I said sure, but every time she brings this up, I can't help but think: Okay, so you noticed you dropped something in the wrong bin, and instead of fixing it in one second you want to spend unlimited time complaining about which bin goes where?
Seriously, at this point I don't even care. Of course I would love it if everyone who drops off any dishes would respect the bins and only drop silverware in the silverware bin and only drop ramekins in the ramekin bin, but I understand that mistakes happen, and I understand that different dishwashers have different setups and that may make it confusing from the other side of the pit . . . but I honestly do not care anymore. The one thing I will say anything about is not dropping butter dishes in either bin, because that will make the entire bin extra gross. Do I appreciate it when people turn on their brains and open their eyes enough to remember there are two separate bins? Yes, of course. Does it ruin my mood when stuff does get dropped in the wrong bins? No, of course not.
So yeah, she's just going on and on and on and on about this problem which seems to only be a problem for her, and at this point I really want to say, "Look, if you can just consistently make sure that your silverware and your ramekins are always submerged in some fucking bin you will be exceeding expectations. I am working by my damn self and my pit is set up in a way that makes sense to me. Please go find a real problem to complain about. Have you really been here ten years? Damn."
And I realize that all the terrible shit I've been through makes it difficult to communicate with anyone about anything, but oh my fucking gosh, this hurts my brain so much. You are literally the only person who has a problem with this, but you have to make it everyone else's problem? Has anything bad ever happened to you in your entire life? What the actual fuck is wrong with you?
Obviously no one here knows about how traumatized I am by all the horrible shit I've barely survived, but it's so frustrating, because I never feel safe unless I'm at home, so every time I leave my room I have to put up my shields and keep my expectations low; I am just trying to get through the day without anyone yelling at me, but even then I know someone is probably going to say something mean to me or treat me like I don't exist, and I do not have any fucks to give about something this fucking stupid, Gina.
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