Man, I like work- not just the act of working overall, but this specific fast food joint, I like my coworkers, I like every shift lead and even the secondary manager- but my hate has been growing for the primary manager ever since I started. Today
I came in at my scheduled time today- an opener, which it’s my first time doing. I could tell I wouldn’t have time to eat at home, so I brought food with me to eat. I go through the prep tasks I had to do, and because I’m on front dress, and we open in a few minutes, I know I won’t have any customers for a solid 30 minutes, so I sit down and start eating in the break room. I’m almost done, when Big Boss finds me and tells me to clock out to eat. Yknow. To use my single 30 minute break barely into the work day, because I’m eating while there ain’t work to be done. My shift today is a 9-5, and she told me to to have that break at 10.
I am. Absolutely furious.
“If you’re clocked in, you need to be working” So, no bathroom breaks? No water breaks? No farting around talking to coworkers? All of that is shit you and everyone else does, lady.
It feels like every time I work with her, she contradicts a social norm I’ve observed among my coworkers that she doesn’t get onto them about. For instance, getting a basket of fries without paying, the damn order of how you arrange baskets of food on the tray. Fuck. That’s not even to get into her fucking habit of whenever back or front dress is doing something to make the other dress worker do both sides- which, of course, includes doing fries, so manning 3 stations at once.
All this without helping out on those needed stations, too. christ.
They ain’t lying when they say a boss makes or breaks a job.
Note- While I do like working, and enjoy many aspects of it, I do support the idea that people shouldn’t have to work to survive or thrive. Man, if I didn’t have to work to survive, I’d enjoy it a HELL of a lot more.