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[Lottel]

Five.
Five. That’s how many servers we had tonight.
Two. That’s how many we usually have.
One. How many we needed.

But fine. Fine. I get it. Two of the girls just started. They wanted to ease them into things and making sure I’m nearby to help. I can understand that. But having five people means not a lot of tables per person. Meaning they don’t get the work. Have one new girl tonight, one tomorrow. Give me Sunday off. There you go. Everyone gets tables in a nice, safe environment then get an easy Sunday to try it on their own without me. BUT THAT’S OK. I’M NOT A MANAGER.

On top of that, they completely changed how we do the tickets. And how we put food into the computer. And redid the entire dining room. And renamed all the tables. This afternoon. Right before Friday night rush. And without telling me. While two people just started their training.  I swear, sometimes it’s like they don’t think these things through to the next step. Sure, changing these things might make it more convenient for the lady who owns the restaurant next door to understand, but she doesn’t actually work with me. She doesn’t wait tables or anything. So it really doesn’t matter how the dining room is. But fine. Change it. Just let me know. And don’t do it on a Friday. Do it on a Monday, so we can get used to the change before a super busy day.

Took her aside today and had a talk, by the way. Told her that although I’m not a manager, I have worked here the longest, and I do have a lot of experience, and I also happen to be a human being. I’m not saying they have to run things by me, but a heads up or even asking my opinion on something would be nice. I mean, I run that floor. A little respect or forethought towards how I’d feel would be nice, you know? I also told here that yes, everyone left. And yes, I was liked working with them. But I still work there. And I plan on working there. And I want to work there. So everyone needs to stop treating me like I’m there out of spite, or secretly hate everyone or I’m going to quit at the drop of a hat or something. Every day I have this exchange “Hey, what’s with this? That doesn’t seem t-” “You don’t like it? Fucking quit then.” And they call me before every shift to see if I’m coming in.

I told the owner “Listen. I get it. I do. But this kind of stuff is really making my job not fun. I’m a great worker, I don’t ask for anything, and I help out the store and work off the clock. Not to mention I’ve trained everyone in the building myself. I really don’t see why I’m getting treated this way and why I’m not even considered worth asking first or even mentioning you are going to completely change how I do my job.” She apologized, said it wasn’t on purpose or anything and she’d make sure to consider what I said in the future. Which would be great. If her tone gave me any hope that she meant it.

I think I need to kick up my job hunt. I liked my job a lot. But they people there aren’t treating me well, the owners overlook me, and they changed the recipe. So now I don’t even like the food. All that’s keeping me there is the money and the customers. And with all these servers working at the same time (there will now be three to four at a time, until someone quits/gets fired) there’s not enough tables to go around to make money. As for the customers? We lost a lot when Jerry left. And a lot more when we changed the recipe. And we will lose a lot more still once they change more.

Here’s to hoping something turns out alright from all of this.

[R^2]

So not only did I not get the "we're putting you on prep full-time next week" like I was promised, I'm now back in the dishpit full-time, losing the one weekly prep shift I had. And they hired a new line cook, so it's not for "labor costs". The search for a new job resumes.

[R^2]

Also, we host the local chapter of the Florida State football team fan club. The restaurant is packed. I'm the only dishwasher for the next three hours.

[Rico]

Surely I can't be the only one who wants to hire R^2, give him a big hug, and tell him everything's gonna be alright.

It really baffles me how many businesses actively treat their employees like shit.  I mean, hell, even giving employees the illusion that their input is valued makes most of them work harder and take stock in how the business performs.  Actually give them meaningful input for their position, and the manager has to do less work, the workflow is usually better designed, and you've got crazy loyalty.

[R^2]

While you've effectively encapsulated the ten-week Management and Supervision course I took last winter, you are making the same faulty assumption I did when I was hired here: the business world, and doubly so the culinary industry, is rarely egalitarian.

[R^2]

I'd be baking and selling to make some extra cash on the side, but lacking a storefront I'd need some way to deliver my product to fill my orders -- and my van is still nonfunctional, and will likely remain so until my income goes up. Catch 22.

[Niku]

i would never condone baking illicit substances into various sweet treats and selling them to all your local college kids but you know

would jail really be such a downturn now if things got out of hand

[Shinra]

So near the end of my shift today, I'm between deliveries and we get a call in from our head delivery driver. This is how it goes:

Me: "Thank you for calling Sapulpa Dominoes, my name is Eric, how can I help you today?"
Him: "LET ME TALK TO AUDREY" (Our manager)
Me: "Please don't yell in my ear, Mike."
Him: "Fuck you, I didn't yell in your ear, let me talk to Audrey."

His wife, our shift runner (think assistant to the assistant manager) comes up to take the phone from me, because I'm due out on a delivery. I hand her the phone and curtly say, "Tell your husband not to scream in my god damn ear" and leave on my run. I'm pretty mad but keeping my cool. This is the workplace after all.

A couple hours go by and I forget about it, the day's been running long so I'm just starting to get on my late driver cleaning, and Melissa (the head driver's wife) pulls me into the office. With a writeup. For disrespecting her, and her husband.

Me: "Disrespecting the head driver? Are you kidding me, he screamed in my ear"
Her: "Well, you threw the phone at me and you were rude to Mike and he didn't scream in your ear"
Me: "You were taking the phone from me! this is bullshit!"
Her: "That's it, you're suspended!"
Me: "You know what? I quit, go fuck yourself."

And that's how my day went! Now that I'm thinking a little more rationally, I'll probably call the owner at some point tomorrow and try to suss this out with them, at least to salvage my ability to use this place as a reference, if not my job, though to be perfectly honest at every step she and her husband mishandled the situation. The lead driver should be respecting the other drivers. Lead by example. And a shift runner shouldn't be writing you up for being disrespectful to her fucking husband. According to policy, they're not even supposed to be working at the same store because she's in management.

[A²]

https://info.dominos.com/dominos_pizza/contact.nsf/frmContact?openform

[Shinra]

I'm going to try to go through the owners of the franchise first, but I fully intend to go to corporate if things don't pan out for me in a positive way. The Franchise owners are already in trouble with corporate for a variety of reasons, and having a gross breach of policy and legitimate accusations of favoritism aren't going to do them any favors - best case scenario (for them) is that they would get out of the situation with a fine. It'd be pretty damning if they didn't discipline them, because they're close friends with the couple in question, to the point of renting them out land they own and such.

[R^2]

At this point integrity is pretty much all I have anymore, so I'm going to stick to the up-and-up. If it weren't for that, I'd be posting my own "Fuck it, I quit" story to match Shinra's.

[Shinra]

The reason I walked out wasn't just that one event, to be honest. I've been working there for eight months and it's always something stupid like this. The level of general respect in this place is lower than any other place I've ever worked in my life - I've never been in a job environment where it was acceptable for management to scream in your ear for minor mistakes. The worst situation of them all - the only one before this that made me truly, seriously consider walking out - was when the daughter of the franchise owner spent 20 minutes berating me for working slowly and not paying attention the day after my cat died. My cat who I'd had for seven years, who was the best cat I ever owned, and the only gift my late father ever gave to me that wasn't him just trying to puff himself up and make himself look impressive. (My parents were divorced, so we went through a superdad phase until I was about 13)

You just get to the point where anyone with even a modicum of self respect Can't Take One God Damn More Second Of This Shit, and you have to leave. I'm not going to be bullied and disrespected anymore after eight fucking months on the job. And not a lazy, shitty, mediocre eight months, eight months where I've busted my ass and pulled my weight. You want to yell at the new guy who keeps fucking up and costing us money, sure, you want to yell at me because you're mad at the new guy, go fuck yourself forever. I'm nobody's punching bag. The shit with Mike yelling in my ear? Probably pissed at a customer who was being shitty with him, or pissed because the address in the system was wrong for the customer. So either it's the customer's fault, or his stupid wife's fault for punching in the address right. Either scenario? Yeah. Don't yell in my fucking ear.

[R^2]

I didn't mean to imply you lack integrity, I just meant that professionalism is the only reason I stay at -my- shitty job. But hey, I have seven hours between the end of today's mandatory all-staff meeting and my shift starting this evening, so it's time to pound some pavement and drop off some resumes.

[Brentai]

Shinra, I still remember your story of specifically applying for that job because it was low-stress compared to your previous one, and your manager being incredulous about it.

I thought it was amazing that you went on to assert that it really was low stress and that the sort of multicolored trash you'd inevitably have to deal with working in a low-end position like that wasn't driving you batty back then.

[R^2]

Job hunt: two places flat-out aren't hiring, three places took applications, four places gave advice like "Come back tomorrow" or "Try the restaurant in Buckhead instead." There are nice restaurants all over the place near my school, and I barely scratched the surface today.

[Shinra]

Shinra, I still remember your story of specifically applying for that job because it was low-stress compared to your previous one, and your manager being incredulous about it.

I thought it was amazing that you went on to assert that it really was low stress and that the sort of multicolored trash you'd inevitably have to deal with working in a low-end position like that wasn't driving you batty back then.

Honestly? This still isn't as stressful as my last job. Just irritating. It's complicated.

[Niku]

Wow, you guys

I kinda love bartending.

As a person who does not drink this comes a surprise to me.

[Misha]

niku make me a colorado bulldog

[JDigital]

He makes the bar... tender.

Niku do you make the bar tender

[Brentai]

That would make him a bartenderizer.