Thursday, May 05, 2005
Crude
I'm a pretty patient guy. I think we can all agree on that, except when it comes to the government and sports commentators. My tolerance for people is quite large, I can handle most people in most situations - even find the bright spot in someone when others are ready to kill them.
But tonight I almost lost it. When I'm running a shift at work, I don't mind helping people out with their tasks, or picking some extra slack where I need to; it's all just part of the job. I don't even mind doing someone's work when they are having a smoke break or talking to a friend who came into the store. But when I have to do the work of 2-3 people who are in the back talking to each other, or holding the counter up together (That means leaning on it) while they watch me scramble around and fill orders like mad, I start to get pissed.
I was doing the work of about 2.5 people today for awhile and I managed to keep my cool and delegate small responsibilities that take little time to people who couldn't seem to handle anything else. Then I just made sure I stayed out of their way while I flew through everything, making pizzas, answering the phones, pulling stuff out of the oven, and helping customers - all at the same time, while keeping it all straight. Normally those tasks go out one to each worker, but not always.
When you work with lazy people who don't understand that a pizza place is dependent on customers and customers expect a certain level of service and sometimes there is a sense of urgency in the kitchen that, yeah, we need to get some shit done in a hurry, everybody pitch in, you're gonna get pissed. I did a good job of holding back tonight though, I never got so swamped with business that I had to ask them to do more, if we would have, their asses would have been hearing from me.
Even people who aren't lazy, but just don't understand that you have to pick up the pace in some circumstances really piss me off. Actually, they piss me off more. And the guy who only talks about how he can't wait to go home and get high. Fuck you, Dude, do your damn job then. We didn't have any guys like that in tonight, but it's happened. Fuckin' get a clue you pieces of shit.
I hate starting a guy on making something like a calzone, and then I go make three pizzas and come back and he is still dicking around with the fucking calzone.
I need a raise.
I got a few comments on my last entry via AIM. People informed me that they wear their bracelets in memory of someone. In my post I was mostly talking about the people selling the bracelets saying they are "raising awareness" and the people who wear the bracelets "to raise awareness." To wear them in memory of someone falls into another category.
And this is were I get myself labled an insensitive asshole, but if you think about what you're about to read, I make sense, even though it is probably going to sound quite crude. And I don't want anyone who wrote me to take this personally, I'm not cutting you down, you do what you feel works best for you and your needs. I'm looking at this from a perspective where I analyze definitions, intentions, and logic - factoring in your own emotions and sentiments doesn't enter my mind set.
And don't think that if I see you walking around with a bracelet on that I'm going to automatically mentally chastise you.
But...
If your bracelet falls off are you going to forget them?
The phrase "in memory of" -- I can't light a candle in memory of someone. You can't either. We have all these little traditions and ceremonies in which we participate that allow us to ease into accepting an emotion and preparing to handle its progression. We light candles, wear bracelets, tie ribbons on trees, put magnets on our cars, and wear buttons - just to name a few things.
Are any of those things better than taking 15 minutes out of your day to sit down, close your eyes and think about the person to whom you are paying tribute with your inanimate object? But sometimes we need triggers to set those thoughts in motion, like an anesthetic that allows an operation to occur. You need a numbing device to help you through the pain. Is that also true for some of the things people do? Is lighting a candle like injecting novacaine? Does lighting a candle or wearing a bracelet enable us to ease into painful thoughts and memories? Are some people not able to take the pain with no numbing device involved?
Just some thoughts.
And of course, wearing a bracelet in memory of someone could be just as simple as it sounds.
But I can't let anything slide under my radar that easily.
I should have been born 2000 years ago so I could have made up my own religion that would now dominate the world. My how things would be different. The world would probably be even more overpopulated by now 'cause I wouldn't have had cause to obliterate so many "in the name of God" in the crusades, but hey, we all fuck up here and there.
I also should be a Supreme Court Justice, the President, and the commissioner of Major League Baseball.
Assumptive comment of the day: "Funny…. I guess you never know the impression you leave on people sometimes."
Alright, it's 5:00 am, I need a post-work shower. Good night. Good morning. They're all the same.
Note the addition of the link to Bula's blog on the right side of this thing.
Until The Next.
But tonight I almost lost it. When I'm running a shift at work, I don't mind helping people out with their tasks, or picking some extra slack where I need to; it's all just part of the job. I don't even mind doing someone's work when they are having a smoke break or talking to a friend who came into the store. But when I have to do the work of 2-3 people who are in the back talking to each other, or holding the counter up together (That means leaning on it) while they watch me scramble around and fill orders like mad, I start to get pissed.
I was doing the work of about 2.5 people today for awhile and I managed to keep my cool and delegate small responsibilities that take little time to people who couldn't seem to handle anything else. Then I just made sure I stayed out of their way while I flew through everything, making pizzas, answering the phones, pulling stuff out of the oven, and helping customers - all at the same time, while keeping it all straight. Normally those tasks go out one to each worker, but not always.
When you work with lazy people who don't understand that a pizza place is dependent on customers and customers expect a certain level of service and sometimes there is a sense of urgency in the kitchen that, yeah, we need to get some shit done in a hurry, everybody pitch in, you're gonna get pissed. I did a good job of holding back tonight though, I never got so swamped with business that I had to ask them to do more, if we would have, their asses would have been hearing from me.
Even people who aren't lazy, but just don't understand that you have to pick up the pace in some circumstances really piss me off. Actually, they piss me off more. And the guy who only talks about how he can't wait to go home and get high. Fuck you, Dude, do your damn job then. We didn't have any guys like that in tonight, but it's happened. Fuckin' get a clue you pieces of shit.
I hate starting a guy on making something like a calzone, and then I go make three pizzas and come back and he is still dicking around with the fucking calzone.
I need a raise.
I got a few comments on my last entry via AIM. People informed me that they wear their bracelets in memory of someone. In my post I was mostly talking about the people selling the bracelets saying they are "raising awareness" and the people who wear the bracelets "to raise awareness." To wear them in memory of someone falls into another category.
And this is were I get myself labled an insensitive asshole, but if you think about what you're about to read, I make sense, even though it is probably going to sound quite crude. And I don't want anyone who wrote me to take this personally, I'm not cutting you down, you do what you feel works best for you and your needs. I'm looking at this from a perspective where I analyze definitions, intentions, and logic - factoring in your own emotions and sentiments doesn't enter my mind set.
And don't think that if I see you walking around with a bracelet on that I'm going to automatically mentally chastise you.
But...
If your bracelet falls off are you going to forget them?
The phrase "in memory of" -- I can't light a candle in memory of someone. You can't either. We have all these little traditions and ceremonies in which we participate that allow us to ease into accepting an emotion and preparing to handle its progression. We light candles, wear bracelets, tie ribbons on trees, put magnets on our cars, and wear buttons - just to name a few things.
Are any of those things better than taking 15 minutes out of your day to sit down, close your eyes and think about the person to whom you are paying tribute with your inanimate object? But sometimes we need triggers to set those thoughts in motion, like an anesthetic that allows an operation to occur. You need a numbing device to help you through the pain. Is that also true for some of the things people do? Is lighting a candle like injecting novacaine? Does lighting a candle or wearing a bracelet enable us to ease into painful thoughts and memories? Are some people not able to take the pain with no numbing device involved?
Just some thoughts.
And of course, wearing a bracelet in memory of someone could be just as simple as it sounds.
But I can't let anything slide under my radar that easily.
I should have been born 2000 years ago so I could have made up my own religion that would now dominate the world. My how things would be different. The world would probably be even more overpopulated by now 'cause I wouldn't have had cause to obliterate so many "in the name of God" in the crusades, but hey, we all fuck up here and there.
I also should be a Supreme Court Justice, the President, and the commissioner of Major League Baseball.
Assumptive comment of the day: "Funny…. I guess you never know the impression you leave on people sometimes."
Alright, it's 5:00 am, I need a post-work shower. Good night. Good morning. They're all the same.
Note the addition of the link to Bula's blog on the right side of this thing.
Until The Next.
