In the Game of Survival of the Fittest - I am 'pwned'.
by , 04-26-2009 at 04:49 AM (2267 Views)
I let people walk all over me. Not so much at school, no, but yea, in the work place. Restaurant business- or with mine, at least - isn't... I mean, you just have to learn to work with people. But today, the girls were just... I realized how incredibly mean they can be when they want to be.
I was checker, for the first time tonight- basically, you close, and no one can leave without you checking their side-work and tables-
I was checker for the first time on a SATURDAY.
One of the girls was first cut and had a really bad side-work assignment (I agree, it was a really stupid assignment), so she tried to go behind my back. I stopped her, she was pissed, and ... so we talked to the manager, who was just like "Well, get her to split it with someone."
But that wouldn't have been fair - because the side-work still shouldn't have been done for an hour (it was tea station. I need tea station until the last hour on a Sat.). But second-cut girl was irritable too - I told her to restock the regular coffee and she said, all angrily: "It's obviously full."
"You could fit half a pack in there without over-filling it."
So she turns to B, who is half-asleep next to me because he was working since the morning and asks him if it's full -
He says yes-
She says, "See? He backs me up. Case closed."
And walks away.
And Liz stares and then B goes: "Oh.. oh god, I mean, I didn't know... you were there, or..."
Or WHAT? I wanted to scream. So I just stared at him for a minute before saying, "What ever, Brad, just what the *uck ever."
And then every one starts telling me not to let these people walk over me - and ...
What am I supposed to do? The managers give two sh*ts about the lack of teamwork, as long as the work gets done. If they don't do it, checker has to do it.
And I can't yell at them. I can't get snide. For one, every one except Liz and a few others are one big pot-smoking team that just wants to get off to go smoke it up and get drunk together so they all back each other up.
...I've never been able to stand up for myself. I was picked on miserably in middle school, in hordes, and it just about did my self-esteem in. If I hadn't gone to such a good high school, I really wonder how... I don't know. I know I'm 21 and these things should be past me now, but in middle school most all of my friends turned their back on me - just because I loved to read and game. I was different, and I wasn't pretty. I was awkward and couldn't dress well.
Moving changed things for me, but every time people start teaming up against me, I can't help but grit my teeth and go,
"Fine. I'll do it." Because anything.
Anything.
Is better than crying.
So, at 12:00 am, we were finally leaving. Yeah, 12:00. And I go to my manager and ask if she wants to check me out, and she says no, and that I was fine. But I know I wasn't. So she asked how it went....
And I wanted to scream.
But I just shook my head, and asked, "Why? Why start me on a Saturday of all times? It was SO hard."
And she replied, "Hard? How was it hard? Was it your tables or being checker?"
"Both! Combined!!"
And FINALLY she looks sheepish and goes:
"Well, I actually didn't expect it to be this busy tonight... I thought I'd be able to cut the floor faster, that I could run it with two people- got crazier than I thought... so... it's partly on me."
So I just... I had no more to say.
But while I was stocking the preserves, the grill cook, (we'll call him- ) M, came over (I'm friends with the grillcooks. And the dish guys. And the prep folk. But... why can't I get along with the other servers?), looking tired, and asked,
"What's wrong, Captain Haleigh?"(That's what he calls me. The morning grillcook Pete calls me "Diablo" or "Gorgeous". I'm... not quite sure how I get the nicknames)
And I just shook my head and said, "I let them walk all over me tonight."
And he replied, "You sure did. I hate to be honest, but - you did."
"I didn't want to yell at them..."
"You don't have to. You just... have to let them know the importance of it."
But I... you know. They've been here... for years now. They know the importance of it. They know that if they don't do their work, I'll be here 'til 12:00 AM.
I wish I weren't so scared of everything. I hate this part of me. I hate it so much. I'm sick of not being able to rescue myself.




