i’m going through hell week… you know the one where all your professors seem to think that their class is the only one you’re taking and assign a shitload of work. i have three papers due all within a week of each other. not small ones either. major ones that count for about a quarter of your final grade.
have i explained this to my work? of course. they all know that i’m in college and that it’s my first priority. only one person doesn’t seem to understand this:
benny.
it’s not like he wouldn’t know what i’m going through. he just graduated last semester. (of course i don’t see it doing much for him since he is a fellow server). about a month ago he stepped up into management. it didn’t last very long. maybe three weeks. he said something about not getting paid enough. we all think there’s more to it. so about a week or two ago he stepped down. granted he still has some managorial duties. he makes out the schedule (or rather throws one together) and can do somethings on the computers that we can’t. but it does not give him the right to treat us all like shit.
he’s still on a power trip and likes to tell everyone how to do their jobs. maybe tell isn’t the best word. he demands that we do things differently. and his tone is insulting. there is not an ounce of niceness in this guy. he tells us all off without even listening.
now i’m no stranger to waiting tables. this is not the first time i’ve done it. i know what to do and how to do it. i’m damn good at it… probably one of the best this place has. what gives this guy the fucken right to treat me like a five year old with a behavior disorder?
take tonight for example. there are four of us working. one guy has worked the through shift. he’s suppose to get cut first. benny worked a double, he has next priority. patrick (my life saver tonight) came in right before me. there was suppose to be one person to come in after me.
i asked patrick to do me the biggest favor in the world and let me go home before him. this could give me an extra half an hour to an hour to finish up the paper due tomorrow morning. patrick agrees. of course the last guy never shows. this means that i just asked patrick to close for me. despite the fact that he loathes doing this and tries to get out of it every chance he has, he goes ahead and does this for me.
guess who has a problem with it? the jackaaaa… i mean benny. does this effect him in any way? no. does he raise hell about it? yes. he proceeds to tell me that this is a job and i can’t pull shit like this. i try to stay calm… doesn’t work. i proceed to tell him that school is more important and that there are other jobs. of course the manager gets dragged into this (which he sides with me). the rest of the night benny is a cold ass bitch to me. great, now my hours are gonna get cut… oh well, like i said. there are plenty of other jobs out there.
and let’s not forget to mention that last thursday it was benny who was suppose to close. who got stuck with the last table? me. who sat me that table? benny. who didn’t get out of there until after 11 (we close at 10)? me of course.
i did manage to get out of there and finish my paper. it’s only 2am and class isn’t until 11. i can get plenty of sleep and make it in time. all this cost me was half a pack of cigs (given to patrick for the huge favor he did me) and hell on earth from benny.