Ever wake up and just know today would fucking suck? Well, there was none of that bullshit. I had a good feeling about today, and I woke up bright and early to help my friend finish up as much of the siding as we could today. Got up to someone offering me a coffee-this is awesome, free coffee from Tim Horton's so early when I get up. Helped do some siding, went to fabricville and picked out some kickin' rad stuff for my Halloween costume.
This is where things start to go wrong. I noticed a lot of people at my work were having really awkward body language today, like every one was stressed-which they should be, it's a Friday and I work in Fast Food.
I am the cashier (whoopey) and I expect to make a lot of tips, (Usually on Fridays, at my work, a cashier can make about $20) so I was looking forward to it. First thing that really puts me off, is the customers today. I don't know who the fuck pissed in their cornflakes, but god damn, they need to take it up with them not me. Every one had a terrible attitude, some of them leaving rude remarks and comments, etc...
The day went by really slowly, and just when I think things can't get any more lame, we get a huge rush of people for about 2 hours. Note, this is two hours before closing, so although there were two other cashiers, (not including myself) during the supper rush....Now, it's just me all by my lonesome, with a queue of about 10 people for the next 2 hours. Every time I serve a few people, a bunch more come to replace them.
Things get worse, though, when we realize that half of the working staff are either new, or fucking lazy and don't do anything. Some of them have the tenacity to take breaks whenever they feel like for however long they feel is fair to them. Although I actually didn't even get a chance to take a break after supper.
Before I go into further detail about this dilema, I must explain how 'Little Caesar's' Pizza place works. There are different work stations, people appointed to each, are suppose to know what needs to get done without having to be told. If not, then the whole system crashes and burns. For the sake of keeping this relatively short, I will only explain those work stations manned during a rush.
1) Sheetouts: where people flatten the dough balls into pizza pans.
2) Dress: Where people will sauce, cheese and garnish a pizza. These people are also in charge of putting pizzas in the oven as the cashier calls them back.
3) Landing: One person taking pizzas out of the oven, cutting and boxing them. Then marking the type of pizza and expiration time on it.
4) Cash Register: In charge of selling shit. Obvious. Yell pizzas back as you sell them so they are replaced.
Now shit really starts to hit the fan. I am calling back so many pizzas that the two people making the pizzas can't keep up, so they end up missing some orders. There is NO ONE on landing taking pizzas out of the oven-so I am multitasking and doing this while I am on cash. The oven is basically a ventilated heat box with an opening on either side and a conveyor belt that continuously moves the pizzas. To put it simply, if no one is taking pizzas out, they will back up and all burn.
Imagine an oven filled with pizzas. There are two rows on the top, and two rows under it. You need to haul ass to do this.
The guy that is suppose to be doing this is a real jackoff. He flirts shamelessly with anything that has tits, he's a dirty hippy, he's burnt out from doing so many drugs earlier in High school, and he's just ugly as fuck and never does his job. It is a miracle he works there to this day.
Anyways, so while this asshole is on his 12th smoke break of the day, myself and a bunch of people were running around like chickens with our heads chopped off trying to serve disgruntled customers and make their damn food.
I ended up making like 3 dollars in tips, and that's only because a really nice lady gave me $2. Some people just bitched at me for the sake of it, they honestly had no reason to do so, but it seamed they were determined to find one. Some people actually took orders that weren't theirs because they were just too impatient to wait the whole 6 minutes to get their own, so we got half of the orders jumbled, some orders weren't even made, etc...
Myself, the manager, supervisor and one guy were the only decent workers there. The 3 others were fooling around doing a few dishes for the entire two hours. The filthy waste of DNA actually tried to make a pass at me by the end of the night, I had to walk away without saying anything because there was still one customer left and the Boss+Son (Owners) were there. I would have fucking lost it.
You think this ends here? Fasten your fucking seat belts because you're in for a shit sandwich.
When I left, I had no drive home. I live about 5 hours walk away from the city, so I have to take t he bus to save me about 4 hours. I still had to walk quite a ways to get home, my feet are still killing me as I type this.
Finally I got home, fabricville bag in hand. Guess what? When they decided to renovate the bathroom, they took out the whole wall. Apparently the poor ventilation was making the walls mold, so they 'removed' the wall. Can't take a shower/bath because the wall is missing and you can kinda see outside. Well, at least they put a tarp over the hole so you can take a leak but still.
The best surprise of all! I walk into my room to find, kitty litter.
That's right, the kitty litter was moved to my bedroom. Now, I asked the home owner (my good friend) why it was, that he moved his girlfriend's cat's shit box into my room.
1) I never let cats in my room. Because: They knock stuff over, they piss in my laundry basket and they shed hair all over the place.
2) I had my $1000+ Camera and lense sitting on my desk, imagine my surprise that the cat actually didn't manage to knock it over and break it. If so, I would have sent him the bill. Also, my psp had more scratches than usual...I can't prove the cats did this, but I'm sure they did.
3) I hate cats
4) I'm allergic to cats
5) they chew on my stuff
Now, I keep my door shut for a reason. I didn't think it required a lock, it already had locks put in place you see-locks made of common sense. Apparently common sense isn't so common these days, because he happily opened my door, put the box of litter on the floor-it wasn't even cleaned out I will have you know-and when I turned the light on in my room, the first thing that greets me is gravel and cat shit on my floor.
There was so much shit in there already that the cat had no interest in using it, so it tried to park it's ass in there as best as it could, if it missed the box-not it's problem right? Wrong. There is a reason I keep 4 bottles of air fresher in my room. It makes a marvelous cat repellent. So I sprayed the fucker with half the bottle of the stuff, chased it around the house for almost 10 minutes doing it too. We'll see if she ever has the gall to shit in my room again.
Anyways, I called my friend (Home owner's GF) and asked her why she had done it? Apparently she didn't. She had nothing to do with it! She had left earlier that day to stay at her parents house since the shower didn't work here for now.
So when HE got home, I asked him.
His answer was "there was no where else to put it"
Imagine, a whole house to yourself and you can't fucking decide where to put cat shit. "Oh well, I dunno, I think the only place available is this chick's room. I mean, she only pays me 300$ to rent out a room a month, she wont care"
LOL
Then he proceeds to bullshit me, saying "I'm sorry, but..." No, if some one says sorry, they say "I'm sorry." PERIOD. Don't give me some bullshit explanation as to why the fuck it was done. I don't want to hear it and I'm not fucking dumb enough to fall for it, so just shut up and stay out of my room!!