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exhausted.
It's how this entire week has felt for me. Finals during the week and then working until close 4 nights out of the 6 nights we're open. I literally couldn't do anything this weekend. By the time I get home from work, I'm so exhausted I don't want to hang out with anyone. I tried hanging out with Jordan, Mary and Katie on Friday night but passed the fuck out at 11:30 pm. And Saturday night Bryan came over. I didn't even shower after work because I was so tired, but fell asleep at 1 am only because we were watching Bourne Identity and that woke me up. And now, I feel like shit. I don't even want to move. I couldn't even celebrate Mother's Day. Oh, AND I have to be up at 5 am for a boot camp class I'm taking at the gym with my mom. Ugh.
And our new manager sucks. She's the reason today sucked. She didn't fucking do her job. She didn't plan ahead at ALL for today to be busy. (OKAY, SHE'S NOT EVEN NEW!!! She's been working for her dad (the owner of Seafood Stop and Richard's Fish and Crabs) for like fucking 5 years. Only she recently transfered to Richard's Fish and Crabs from the Seafood Stop... Our managers swopped stores because Elizabeth wasn't happy and God forbid the owner's daughter be upset so her lazy ass was moved to my store. Richard won't let her quit because it's a family business but she doesn't do her job and he could EASILY hire someone else, pay them have as much and they would do a WAY better job than she does. Ugh). The only reason enough shrimp was pulled last night was because of ME. I counted and added the pounds of shrimp that were pre-ordered last night and let it thaw over night. If it weren't for me, we wouldn't have had enough pulled at all. But we were still rinsing and thawing shrimp all day. In reality, we should have had all of the shrimp we needed for today bagged and thawed LAST NIGHT. But hey, I'm not the manager. (though I should be). Elizabeth doesn't do shit. She hardly does her duties. I can't tell her what to do. But you know what I noticed? She actually follows my lead. She sees some of the things I do and she mocks them. They're things that she should already know and should already be doing. I would LOVE to be the manager there. I would kick ass. Even if I weren't a full manager (because I can only work part time), it would be awesome if I could be a Maintenance Manager. You know the reason Richard had ME close Friday, Saturday AND SUNDAY when Amanda could have EASILY CLOSED?!?! Because I'm better at closing than she is and Richard knows that. I clean up really well and go above and beyond. If he wants to fucking work my ass to the bone then give me a paycheck that resembles that. I'm given no credit for how hard I work. If he gave me a raise and made it my duty to make sure shit's clean, I would not mind closing every fucking night of the week. I feel as though I'm being used.
You know the only reason the bathroom ever gets clean? Because I do it. If I didn't, it would never ever be cleaned. I just don't wanna get a fucking STD. Nasty ass mother fuckers use that bathroom and I don't trust 'em. And I'm the only one who cares enough to break down the boxes in the cooler and stack the corn crates neatly after the boys throw them all over the fucking cooler. And I'm the one who cleans out the cooler when the oysters and clam juice leaks all over it making it smell terrible. And I'm the one who takes all of the dead oysters and clams out of the coolers so everyone doesn't gag to death from the odor. (The dead ones should actually be thrown directly into the trash can, but everyone's fucking lazy as shit and leaves them in the cooler). And I'm the one who cleans the fish scales off the walls after the fish are cleaned and I'm the one who scrubs the drain. And I'm the one who makes sure our supplies of paper, bags, cocktail sauce, onions and everything else never gets low. I'm the one who scrubs the trash cans out after they smell like pure horse shit. I'm the one who cleans the fish guts off the side of the ice machine and knife rack. I'm the one who scrubs the scales off the side of the sink and the pipes and the floor. I'm the one who makes sure shit is in order.
Not only am I the one... but I'm the ONLY one who does any of this and that's what makes it most difficult. I'm constantly cleaning up after everyone else. Maybe I'm trying to fulfill duties that should be ignored. But after working with Quinn and seeing how a business should be run, I can't just not care. If it weren't for Quinn none of this shit that I do would ever have crossed my mind. I would just leave it alone and probably not realize it. I feel I'm the only one who cares and I'm not a manager. I can't tell people what to do or the right way to do things... the way Quinn would. She didn't do it alone because she had the power to make everyone help out. I remember she'd give duties. Everyone would have a different duty everyday and that's how she kept shit together.
I would do nearly anything to be a manager.
And I'd probably come pretty close to an orgasm if Elizabeth quit and I took her place. |
| | Posted 5/11/2008 9:06 PM - 0 comments
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