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HAI THAR I BRNG RANTZ
おまえをころす！
Omae wo korosu!
(I'll) kill you!
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I'm almost sorry for inflicting so much ranting on my F-list. The operative word being 'almost'. But I do apologise for the annoyance my rants bring.
So I was at work today. Fridays are just pure madness. Well. Not as bad as Saturdays. Saturdays are just HELL. But Fridays are almost as bad as a weekend. What made it worse today was that there was a birthday party when there were only three of us on shift. Which meant that someone will be alone at the cashier counter while the other two attend to the party. Naturally, that lonely person was me.
And why exactly is it crazy? Well, imagine you're alone out in the open ocean, with 10 sharks circling you and there are already five more sharks within chomping distance. Your weapon (whatever high-tech stuff it is) can only exterminate (EX-TER-MI-NATE! EX-TER-MI-NATE! *ahem* sorry, I get carried away with the Doctor Who references) one shark at a time with a lag-time of two minutes between each kill. Not that I advocate killing sharks, but that's another discussion for another day. But yeah, as I was saying. Got that image? That sense of fear and anxiety and imminent danger? Good. Now replace those sharks with parents who have no concept of 'Patience'. That's basically my situation every time I'm on shift.
Now, considering that scenario, it's bloody amazing that I've only made ONE SINGULAR mistake for the whole of today when I thought this lady's three kids were party guests when they're not and only the first two that she brought in earlier were. That screwed up the party headcount (just a little!) in the end, and I was totally fine with accepting my mistake and doing some major apologising but what did my arse of a manager do?
She stared at us blankly and said,
"How many more times do you guys want to screw me up?"
Yeah, sure. As if we'd want to waste that effort on her. And it's not as if we're doing it intentionally. I just stepped back behind the cashier and tried my hardest not to do my EPIC EYE ROLL.
(The lady paid for those three kids in the end so it was all good, anyway. Bah.)
Also, have I mentioned we were understaffed today? Adding on to the fact that there were lots of things to do like cleaning up the place, washing the cups, mopping the floor, clearing up the patio (where the party was held) and decorating the party rooms for Saturday's parties. And, our cleaner (not ours, actually. He was sub-contracted) left very punctually at 7.30p.m. when the patio was still a mess and there was a sink full of dirty cups. WTH?
And I'm sorry I'm "slow" at counting money at the end of the work day, I suppose I just wanted to be triple-sure that the amount was correct. I'm terribly sorry, dear colleagues, for being overly careful.
Anyway. So I helped decorate the party rooms for a while (which was pointless because they took down what I did, anyway) before I got called out to clear the patio. Ugh. It was a mess, and it was effing dirty. I'm a pretty (very) messy person myself, so imagine how bad it is when even I was disgusted at the state the patio was in. There were smushed cake bits on the floor. 'Nuff said.
After taking down the decorations and the three lonesome balloons that no one wanted (they couldn't reach them, actually), I went to mop the patio. Well, half of it because it was tiled and it looked downright revolting (*crosses fingers and hope the cleaner will sweep the wood half of the patio*).
I MOPPED. I hardly even mop my room. MY OWN ROOM. Of course, I could just leave the cleaning for tomorrow but I know it will be hell to do so many things the next day, so I wanted to lighten the load, yeah?
And um. Understaffed, remember? We were supposed to be leave at 7.30p.m. but with all the crap we had to do, it was already 8.30p.m. when I was sweeping the patio before mopping it. Which was when Kristin came out and told me that our infuriating manager said that we won't get paid for the time we spent after 8.30p.m..
WTH? I literally threw down the broom and dustpan and started ranting. What, did she think we were free labour? Well if she wasn't going to give a damn about our welfare, we could just all pack up and leave and see how she's going to coordinate things the next morning when the place was still dirty and unsightly.
But whatever, I mopped the patio in the end, and damn was it clean. Felt so accomplished. And the crap hasn't even ended yet.
I'm the unofficial 'Recycling person' amongst the staff so every time when we get ready to leave, I'd be the one folding all the cardboard boxes and empty cake boxes to bring out to the recycle bins just across the road from my HDB building. Bear in mind I was super tired and annoyed and feeling darn under-appreciated at that point, so I was just silently doing whatever that needed to be done and folding flattened boxes. Cue manager.
ARSE: You're very enthusiastic about recyling, eh?
TIRED ME IS TIRED: Hnn.
ARSE: If only you were just as enthusiastic about other aspects of your work.
BLOODY HELL. Did she not see me getting positively SWARMED by five parents all at once? ALONE AT THE CASHIER? And still handling it?! (Granted, I made one mistake, but I'm only human. Even robots have a 'margin of error'.) Did she not see me clean and mop the patio all by myself? (also, thanks to Kristin who brought in the chairs. Saved me lots of energy.) WAS SHE BLIND? DID SHE EVEN HAVE EYES IN THE FIRST PLACE? WHAT WHAT I DON'T EVEN. WTH?
Yes, I admit it's bad of me to not throw away the dirty water from the mopping, but I had no clue where the cleaner usually dumps it nor how he does it because HELLO BEING SWARMED AT THE CASHIER was more my kind of thing, yeah? Would it kill you to help since you were just in an air-conditioned room laughing and chatting about goodness knows what?
Some people. Need. To stop existing.
Rant done. Now to shower and then continue with school assignments.
I WANT MY (NON-EXISTENT) TERM BREAK! RAWR!
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以上、Chii です。
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Did your manager even help out?
Anyways,nice to see you rage out your fury lol.
I know how it feels like when you're about to go home but you can't.
For my case was the customers not leaving when the gelateria's(my work place)obviously closed for the last 20mins.duh.
lol on the 'exterminate'
chill~take care.
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Haha my raging was nice to see/read? You truly are weird XD
We still had people around when we were closed because the birthday party's birthday girl and her parents were the last from the party to leave. If not we would have closed right at 7pm like we always do on weekdays =\
You take care at your workplace too :)
(Next time just say all the stock has been kept :P Unless the things are not fully hidden from view...)
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Like lausi wrote,it's better to rant and rage it all out. RAWR-style.
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Seriously... you're surrounded by mad people there!
*shakes head at stupid manager a..*
BTW, rants a very good to let off steam! yup... you can rant to your lj any time you want :)
Your f-list will be here "supporting" you :D
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I just hope that my f-lists don't get super bored and go, "Oh, an update! Oh, another rant. Again. What's new." :P
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*hugs you lots*
That must have been hell!
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Yeah! All she does is maintain "customer relations". BLEAH. Bloody two-faced arse.
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CHII, IM V.PROUD OF YOU.
YOU DID A GOOD DAY'S WORTH OF WORK!!!
don't bother with small people like your manager.
why get angry when you get just get gaius to loan you his eyebrows?
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Thanks for being proud of me XD
I didn't want to be bothered by that irritating manager, but I can't help it when she talks and I'm just there and I could hear her and ugh. I need to do EPIC GAIUS EYEBROW-RAISE at her. SHE DESERVES IT.