D. comes to work slightly before 8am so he can eat some breakfast. As he waits for me to make him a hot chocolate, he asks:
– Who is a supervisor today? A short “non of your business” woman? Or “I don’t know what to do” woman? Or is it “Go to the till!!!” woman?
Three sentences, three perfect descriptions of our three supervisors. Nail hit on the head.
Supervisor first is L. She always has a word sparring with D. and it always finishes with None of your business or Shut up your mouth. D. loves it. He must love it because he always provokes her.
Supervisor second is M. who tries so hard, but just can’t make it. She wants to do everything at the same time. This way nothing gets done. She is the nice one.
Supervisor three is R. R. is simply rude. Her tone of voice, her way of speaking. She doesn’t ask, she orders. You have to always – and I mean always – say Please when you ask her for something, otherwise she will give you a lecture on good manners. Hearing Please from her lips – rare occurrence.
– What are these? – asks a security woman pointing her finger at our new breakfast item.
– Potato cones – replies Chef P.
– What are they made of??
Of carrots. They are made of carrots.
It was only Wednesday yesterday, but I was already thinking of Friday, of course. On Wednesday it is already down the slope.. Not including Wednesday, it is only two days left. You know you can make it through.
Customer to whom I’ve just made a coffee, which he now is adding sugar to, is telling me:
– In my previous job we used to call Friday a POETS day.
– Why? – I ask.
– POETS – Piss Off Early Tomorrow’s Saturday.
– You have to be always happy of the small things. Don’t wait for the big thing – appreciate the small one. – said Gulsh, the manager.
Then he walked off somewhere, I stayed, carrying on with my job, just to hear chef Pat who – as he was putting a dish to he oven – said: And this is what he says to all of his girlfriends…
Me and my partner in crime (Bov) worked together serving hot food. While she went for break I worked with Ru. It is so hot in there… I felt jealous of Bov getting out of there for a few minutes, so I started moaning to the manager, that I want to swap with someone. I’ll kill you, he said, making strangling gesture with his hands, smiling. Then he said I can go on the till, but then again Bov was back, so I didn’t want to go. I just like working with her. I like working with Bov, I said. Ru heard that. And you don’t like with me?! What’s wrong with me?!, she got angry with me. I didn’t reply.
I didn’t mean it THAT way. I don’t mind Ru. It’s just she is on my neutral side. Bov is on my positive side, I actually like her. She is my friend, I consider her my friend. We are connected by our experience, we helped each other. When our ex-manager was harassing and bullying us – all of us – we stood up to him together. We go out, shop and have fun together.
And about Ru… If there is a chance she can take someone’s words against herself, she will. If there is a chance she can get offended, she will, It is her against the world. She told me this, she didn’t greet me, etc. I am wondering what made her that way. What life she had? Or it is just working here for over 15 years, in an atmosphere of bitching?
I know one more thing that differs me from all these fast-paced people. In my last post I wrote about confidence. Today, just now, I thought of something else that I only mentioned briefly and that is equally important. You simply need to know where the fuck you are going! Without knowing that, you are a lost arrow. A bullet that was shot and missed. You can’t go fast, right to your destination if you don’t know where that is. You will be getting lost on the way, going forward and backwards, turning where you shouldn’t turn. You will end up in a labyrinth of guts, and eventually you will find yourself in a deep, dark rectum.