Well it was one of the worst jobs not because of the work although it was much to deal with. It was one of those jobs where I thought work was going to be a piece of cake and since there were a lot of people in the crew it wouldn't be as bad. Well, I had worked fast food before so I didn't care. The main reason why I was getting this job was to take back control and something that belonged to me. Let me start by saying that for like the last couple of months my boyfriends at the time had already left me for 2 potential girls.... One who didn't even consider him (she was called a whore at school, very beautiful girl though), and the second one was at that job... apparently he wanted to be her first which I think he was... I think they had sex for the first time in her car. You would ask how I know this... well I was very heart broken because he still said he loved me but didn't wan to hurt this girl... and I was like WTF! So we then again became friends... we only spoke because I didn't want to see him but as we spoke I guess it just became so easy for him to spill the beans and tell me everything... As he was talking there were times... I was just killing from inside as my heart was about to burst but then he would ask if I was okay... and as I was caught by surprised by his question I would take a deep breath and say yes and he would continue speaking... I knew everything... everything... and it hurt so much and I disliked this girl even more... I thought that by listening to all of this... I would hate him so much I would finally just go away... there was so many times I told him I hated him and I never wanted to speak to him again but he somehow knew how to control my anger and we would be okay. He had this power over me... I and never understood what it was... almost a spell....Well to say the least we got back together and to top off his objections for me getting this job, I still did. He told me that he didn't think I could get it and blah, blah, blah... but it was the easiest thing. Oh, I didn't mention one day I asked my friends to go somewhere and I told them let's stop at his McDonald's, at the time he was still talking to the girl or supposedly not... well I went in... He got me free ice-cream... and I just sat there, sure enough... she shows up in this long skirt thinking she is cute... She knew nothing of me, and I didn't know what she looked like but when I saw her walk in, I knew. I also saw his face of "oh fuck, they're both here!" I didn't say a thing just sat for a while and decided to leave... I knew everything I needed to know. So anyways, I got the job and I started working... he would push me so hard... I knew everything quick. It was so much work, there were times I was pulling 12 hours shifts... oh I didn't mention that he was a manager at that time, sure we knew that if for some reason people found out he would be moved but we didn't worry because when he was there he was into his job and I was into mine. I learned how to do everything fast... not to mention that I already knew how to do the cashier but I refused to do it. I was mainly on the grill and he kitchen... That job was as tiring and exhausting as no other... Well I would go to school at the U of R all week and work on campus and on the weekend. Well I remember very well everything was very good or so I thought... He asked me to come over on a Friday and spend the weekend at his house. He told me that his parents wanted me to... I told him I didn't believe him so then he would put his mom on the phone and she said yeah and that they would take me to work...*shrug* so I went over that specific weekend... I was there and we would work and hang out... I left early Monday morning... I was so inspired and full of love. (I am getting too the worst part of work don't worry) I talked to him ... and Wednesday he told me he had met this girl... I was then again heart broken. When he said that I forgot what I asked him but what I do remember, is "I can't do this anymore, it's over" ... I knew when he said he had met a girl that he was going to put me aside once again... Sure enough they became bf/gf in 2 days... I went to work that following weekend hoping not to see him but I knew I was going to have to see him anyways... as soon as I got there people had gossip... They started telling me that he was cheating on me with this new cashier girl... and they told me so much crap... they also mentioned that she was there at the time... I saw her... I was so angry. I later found out that they had gone out on a date a few days ago before I spent the weekend there so he was testing his feelings... To say the least one night I got home from a very tired night of working and well there was a set of a couple of friend groups drinking... so I drank my heart out... passed out... woke up late and still having to go to work at 11 and get out at 7pm... oh man, I threw up twice in my van going at 80 m/h on I-10 from Redlands to Ontario, almost crashed once... so bad... so I didn't know what to do the second time I puked I got some in my pants and in my work shirt and there was no way I could go back because I had barely made in time... I got there in 20 minutes... I couldn't believe it... I just sprayed some American girl perfume or something like that... I don't know but it was disgusting... I went to the restroom and tried to clean off as much as possible... I got there and they put me on the table to start making food... it was so disgusting... I couldn't take it... the lil onions were disgusting they smelled just like the nasty drinks I had had the prior night... What am I talking about everything smelled like that... I couldn't take it... then one of my co-workers he was like oh you smell good... and leans my way and takes a whiff, I was so disgusted because I thought he was going to smell the puke but I guess he didn't ... that day was one of the work days... people told me to drink water... looked like vodka... everything smelled and tasted like it... you can imagine how my pores were exhaling my high intensified alcohol level. To say the least I wanted to go home early. It was like 5 and to my luck my ex had just showed up... so I tried leaving before anything ... first I didn't want to cry in front of him and secondly I didn't want to work under him... Well they were going to let me go, people were willing to cover for me... but no he said no that U needed to stay and since he was the last manager that night they listened to him... bullshit... I worked and puked at work and cried in the bathroom... and he wouldn't le me go... He even burned me with the fry cage because he thought it wasn't hot... yeah I had those burn scars for a few years... luckily they left by now... but he didn't let me go until midnight... while he spend his evening with his gf and tortured my sensitive weak heart... that was how work was ... so much DRAMA! But wasn’t he victim but I had my share of things I would say to him... and I wasn't going to let him put me down a lot... I do remember one of the days that delivery came and I was washing to get things done because when there was delivery there was a shortage of people and there was too much to do... it was hell... well during one of those days... he let all the workers doing their jobs and he decided to take his break... I was washing dishes and he went into the break room... his gf had been waiting for him there... I had an idea of what they were doing ... so I thought; I would dare going in... And it hurt so much they were there... A night cleaning guy came and I saw him... I was going to stop him and tell him to wait but he was by the door and well sure enough what I thought was confirmed... The guy had walked in on them... I am sure embarrassing... he was suppose to go to work the next morning... the manager found out because the guy didn't hold his tongue... they didn't fire him but was asked to quit... and she never showed up anymore... the next day he calls he and he tells me why I didn't warn him.. Yeah, like that was my job... I had warned him far before... after that we started getting stupid managers that didn't do anything... there was more work and it wasn't fun anymore... Since the head manager was a bitch, work was now work and it sucked... there was 3 of us that were pregnant and we were overworked and had to carry heavy things and it just became so bad I quit, Oct 2005 was my last month... Good thing because the next day one of my friends who was pregnant and a manager was worked so much by the head manager that her labor was induced; she wasn't allowed sit down... it was horrible...
So that was the worst job ever...
So that was the worst job ever...
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