I'm back. After an afternoon of doing nothing but sitting on my ass and doing nothing . . . not even studying. I really ought to do that. I will when I'm done with this, I suppose. Well, Alex proceeded to talk at me throughout a good portion of the afternoon. If you thought I was sick of him then, well . . . you should've just seen all the shameless flirting and flattery and giggling . . . god it made me sick. It wouldn't be so bad, but . . . it just is. I feel bad for being so irritated by it, but it really really seems unfounded. But like Steve says, WE HAVE ABOSLUTELY NOTHING IN COMMON!! NOTHING!!!! Hell, he spent a good portion of Friday bashing Millard North and saying how bad of a school it is, and he doesn't even go there. Excuse me, but Millard has faaaaaar higher test scores that Omaha schools do. So Alex needs to shut his fucking mouth about that. But yeah, we are very closely complete opposites. Now, I can still stand him. I mean, he has an interesting mind, and he's worth talking to when he's not being creepy. But, there is just nothing there that even resembles romance, as far as I can see.
But, yeah, back to my weekend. I have once again, started working at BK. And ya know, if feels like I'm home again. It's not the most glamorous job by far. The higher management is a bunch of pissy, cheap pricks, and the pay isn't spectacular, but . . . it just feels right, I guess. That's probably why I haven't left in four years. Every time I say I'm going to quit, I find another reason to stay. It's not the job that I like, really, it's the people. They're just fun to work with. And there have been lots of different coworkers the past 4 years. And when one leaves I always say I'm gonna go somewhere else, but then someone new, and just as fun starts working there. You know, I have been at that BK longer than any other non-mexican there. I've been there longer than the managers for crying out loud. There isn't a single manager there that was there when I started working. And that's really something. The turn-over rate of BK employees is really really high. We go through people ridiculously fast. And I have stood the test of time despite being late nearly every single day. And I kick ass at my job too. I'm probably the fastest drive-through order taker there now. And one of the fastest expediters and cash collectors. Drive-through times are dramatically lower when I'm working. Plus, I'm getting paid $8 an hour, which is really good for BK pay. The wage cap used to be $8, but now it's down to $6.75. I told you the higher management is cheap. You know, the cheap management is the only real downside to working there. I can deal with stupid customers. But now we have to pay for our own drinks . . . how much shit is that? There are sooooo many examples of shitty higher management. Like we compete in competitions, but only the managers get the rewards . . . Why? It's the employees who are doing all the work to win the competition . . . stupid, stupid management. . . But despite all my complaints, I really like working there. They put up with a lot of shit that other places wouldn't.
So, yeah, now that I'm working there again, I'm probably going to be putting up a daily "things that piss me off or were really funny at BK" thingy. Lets start, shall we?
1. I was putting together orders for drive through and out of the corner of my eye I see some old guy come up to complain. I ignore him because I'm busy running for drive-through, and it's not my job to listen to whiny customers, and it's not my fault he's complaining in the first place. But, for a split second, his eyes caught mine, so he started to complain as I turned around to try to ignore him. All I caught was, literally, "Bwraaap warrp brapp brweeerp". Then my brother, who was standing next to me turns to him and says, "Oh, you want syrup?". So I turn to Kelly and say, "I didn't know you could speak 'old-manese'. " It was funny . . . I swear . . .
2. I was reminded about the old label for the pink lemonade and went into 5 minutes of convulsive fits of laughter. That was such a funny label, oh my god . . .
3. Todd, my manager, and Brandon, a new minor, want to check themselves into a day care so they don't have to do anything but play all day and make women change their shitty diapers. They're sick. But what's sicker is that Kenny, a minor who has been working at BK for forever, said he would actually be willing to change their dapers . . . Yuck.
4. Chad, my head manager, had me take his car to go get hashbrowns from another store. Well, he has a steering wheel that has a radio station-changer on it, which I bumped while turning. I didn't know what he had on it to begin with, so I just listend to whatever during my little trip. When I got back, I put it to some station that was somewhere around where it was to begin with and had talking on it, b/c there was talking when I turned the car on. Well, when Chad went to go home, he got in his car, and tunred his stereo up, and Opera music came blaring out of his car, and all these people around turned and stared at him. The next day he asked me what the hell kind of music I listen to. He evidently had it on 93.3, or 89.7 or something like that, which isn't opera at all . . . I felt dumb. But I thought he would listen to old people music . . . oh well.
And that's it for BK stories for now, Stay tuned for more.
And now it's time to study. I'll finish up my weekend this evening.
Eric 5/19/2003 08:29:00 PM
