Work is for the weak! …Mainly when you’re scooping ice cream for kids.
Giving my two week notice today for work…Wow, I suck at that kind of thing. My old job, they just got me so mad at everything, that I just walked in and dropped my uniform in a chair and said, “Yeah, I’m here to quit,” with a big smile.
For Baskin Robbins though, I don’t have a real beef with the place. My boss Frank is an ok guy. He’s over-bearing, a hypocrite, and cynical, but he isn’t that bad (his wife on the other hand…). I can’t just walk in and give a big ole’ “Fuck you” smile and quit, I want to do it nicely, ya know? I don’t even know what to say, or do. How’s this?
“Uh. Uhm. Hi Frank.”
“HI GARY! YOU GO CHANGE AND GET READY FOR WORK.”
“Uhm, actually I need to give my two week notice.”
“WHY YOU QUIT?”
“Uhm. I’m going to be moving in about two weeks.”
“*SIGH* OK GARY. YOU GO WORK”
How’s that look? I think that’s how I’ll do it. Fuck, nervous. I suck at confrontation.
So how’d work go Gary?
So, if you read my blog below this, it says I was going to quit. Well, that didn’t happen.
I didn’t chicken out though! My boss is in Reno until Thursday.
Yeah.
Lame.
I’ll do it when he gets back.
Work Woes.
I just don’t care about my work anymore. I remember when I felt this way about my old job when I was about to quit. I brought my gameboy to work, slept on my patrols, hung out in the break room and talked to regular employees, and actually watched dvds a few times with the other guard.
The only reason I think I’m going to keep working the best I can now at work even though I’m putting in my two week, is that I respect my boss (Frank, not his wife) at least a little. He does most the same work us regular employees do and he’s there all day most everyday. Yet, I still don’t care much anymore. I’m not going to stress about learning new things or anything like that anymore. Just meh.
Arghh-geh-geh-geh
So, was at work from 8-10 tonight. Was going to talk to my boss about the whole 2 week notice, buuuut, he was walking out the door as I walked up to the store. So damn.
Other than that, work was lame. Me trying to make friend with the people there is going lame-er-ly. It’s hard to make friends with people when they are all already friends. The 4 employees have all known and worked with each other for like at least a year each, and I’m just the newcomer who is trying to shove his way in. I’m friendly to them, they are friendly to me, yet, I’m excluded from their little circle.
When nothing is happening in the store, I’ll go stand over with them and such, but be kinda ignored you know? And sometimes they’ll do the friendly,
“SOOooooo, how’s it going?”
and I’ll say, “It’s going pretty good. Kinda tired, but pretty good. How about you?”
And I’ll get the, “Same.” Then they go back to their little thing.
It sucks. One girl, Fumei (fuu-may), is pretty nice and will talk to me and stuff when it’s just us two, but when others are there, it’s off to them. I mean, I’m not thinking they are jerks, the very opposite, they are very nice. It’s just hard to break into a circle of people. I’m only going to be there for a few more weeks, but still, it gets lonely there, you know?
Job
So, my job is lame. I’m in training right now.
When I first started about 5 weeks ago, they were like, “Mistakes are fine, you learn from mistakes.” And well, I made my fair share in the first two weeks. Forgetting the exact ingredients in a cappuccino blast, etc, etc. Well, the past 3 weeks, I’ve made like 3 mistakes. One, put 3 scoops of ice cream in a medium shake instead of 4 (really, you can hardly even tell). Two, I mop front to back instead of side to side (no fucking clue why that matters, but he gets pissed off about it). Three, when doing an order for a party of about 8, all with weird orders, I forgot to ring up a single 85 cent topping. I was surprised I only forgot that much. They were ordering things like, “I want a banana split, but only two whip cream, four scoops, and 3 cherries.” I have to change the entire pricing for that kinda of thing. The thing is, I remembered the topping last minute and added it in the register, so I technically didn’t forget it.
Anyways, because of that last thing with the topping, my bosses wife Sharri (who, btw, has no fucking clue about anything in the store), says that if I keep making these dozens and dozens of mistakes, she’ll have to let me go. I’m like, “….I’ve made like three the past 3 weeks, and I’m still a trainee, I think that’s pretty good.” She was like, “You forget a 85 cent topping, and that takes away 45 cents of MY profit!” I told her that I remembered it, just took me a few seconds longer, and that she didn’t lose shit.
Yeah, she was mad because there was a chance she’d lose 45 cents.
Yeah.
So, I was going to give a month notice of quitting to move back to Red Bluff, and then leave in June, but I’ll just tell them now, and say, “If you want to fire me, go for it, but since I gave notice, and you’re firing me after, you’re going to have to pay me for the rest of the work I have scheduled for this pay period.”
I’m usually a nice guy who respects everyone, but if you don’t give me respect, I have no reason to give it back to you.
The funny thing is, while she was talking to me about possibly firing me, I was smiling and a cute mexican girl was giving me the eye. So it wasn’t totally bad.
