My current job. . . Is the worst job I have ever had. I can deal with being frikken busy all the time and making a lot of orders at once. Well that alone would exhaust me every day, but at least there would be some order. This place is F*cking chaotic as all hell. Chefs sending EVERYONE to my station to pay for their meals. Why is this PART of the problem?
1. I have 5 people I am making coffee for and need to ring up.
2. there are more people coming for coffee and I am all alone.
3. I am making people wait longer and longer to be rung up.
4.THEY HAVE A F*CKING CASHIER THERE!!!.
5. for every 3 coffees I make (that is normally just one order and the max I can make at a time) there are two more people in line.
So I end up going from 5 people waiting on me to 8-9 in 3 mins....
The poor customers don't know where to go to pay.
The Chefs keep telling people they can go sit down and eat before paying. . . you don't know how many times I've been busy making 6 orders at the same time. . . then I turn my back from people who have not payed yet. . . and they are gone.
Of course that's more f*cking stress for me because besides trying to remember what 5-9 people just told me to make within 2 mins, I have to babysit people on the other side of the room who have not paid??? NO. WTF.
Anyways this is only a tiny bit of the disorder and chaos that happens. ONLY A TINY BIT.
My brain is so F*cked up after 3 hours of this sh*t that I can't think anymore! I can't do basic crap anymore and then I am so messed up that I make simple but very important mistakes with call orders. OH YEA, while I have a ton of people to make coffee for ALONE I also have to stop what I am doing EVERYTIME THE DAMN PHONE RINGS.
Again. . . the hard work isn't what kills me.
This is abuse. I've never had one break since I've worked there cause we are so damn busy and my manager puts ONE person where there should be AT LEAST 2 ffs we need 3!
And you know what The chefs have a TON of orders to make. . . I understand, BUT WHY DIDN'T MY MANAGER HAVE SOME ONE ON THE SCHEDULE TO BE CASHIER!????
You know what the best part is? when I tell my manager how frikken unorganized everything is and how my brain isn't even functioning by the end of the day. . ." Oh but look Elizabeth can do it all by her self! The Kitchen has even MORE people to deal with Paola."
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Elizabeth is the manager's sister. The poor woman. . . everyday I see her she looks like she is suffering greatly, GREATLY suffering. NO she's not doing okay! Just because she has not collapsed does not mean she is okay! SHE NEVER EATS, SHES ALONE THERE GOING THROUGH THE SAME CRAP I HAVE TO GO THROUGH. You're abusing your employee and sister.
And the Kitchen! "OH THERE ARE TWICE AS MANY PEOPLE WORKING THERE THEN WHERE YOU ARE PAOLA"
You know what, 5 customers per chef HUH sounds like me AT THE LEAST
AND THEN THEY SEND EVERYONE OVER TO ME WHEN I AM DOING A MILLION THINGS??? GET A F*CKING CASHIER SO THAT THERE IS ORDER!
8 people yelling at me for orders!
Now, I make a lot of tips. . . you wanna know why?
1. I am nice to my customers.
2. The people always say "oh my gosh, you are the only one making all the coffee (shakes, green juices, phone orders,ringing up customers)? Wow how are you able to do that? poor thing." *gives big tip*
The customers are even surprised.
Also lastly. . . this place. . . is the IT place for food and coffee and all that crap in my city.
The whole fire department, the whole police department, all the students from all the colleges, all the doctors, and every one else ALWAYS GOES THERE. The parking lot can't even fit all the people we have in this place!
How the hell are we suppose to help all these people without order and help!?
I'm so sorry I ranted so much. I've worked at a extremely busy job before, but I loved my job. Why didn't I go crazy at that job? Because there was order. This place is bat sh*t crazy.
Anyways I am tired of typing now. . . I get to go to work tomorrow again at 6:30am (which is not enough time to prep before we open at 7am) and start this chaos all over again.
Also I am basically being thrown guilt if I leave. But I need to leave.
I can do a lot of hard work, but this is killing me, I can't even think properly.
anyways. bye guys.
Listening to: nothing