Friday, March 4, 2011

Writing Prompt #23

"What is something you are pessimistic about?"

Response:
Something that bothers me quite frequently is a situation at work.  There's a woman that I work with who has been at Job X (we'll call that my job) for about fifteen years.  She's foreign has different ideals and what not which tend to let her get away with murder.
I understand seniority.  The definition of "seniority" according to Merriam- Webster is "a privileged status attained by length of continuous service."
The last two words are what are missing 'continuous service'.  Seniority for a person is probably also defined as one who can set an example and show the newbies the right way of doing things in say, a restaurant.
This woman refuses to work.  She stands out in the dining room for up to an hour, hour and a half before she comes to the back to nothing more to do in the kitchen so she can basically just go home after tying up a few small odds and ends.  She'll do anything or drag anything out so she doesn't have to work, count tips, I heard last night she actually took an hour and a half to fold 34 boxes. It takes me fifteen minutes to fold that many boxes and that's with other factors like customers calling in an order.
Now... I can slightly understand if my boss says that is a part of seniority.  Cool you showed up here for fifteen years stood around, drank coffee and ate your salad sandwiches.  I get that you're like sixty and you're foreign and age is a big thing for Europeans.  I get that.  I can sort of see the explanation in that.  I've only been there for five years. Whatever.
What eats me is really is that she can sit there and talk bad about the boss! "He's stupid if he thinks I'm gonna do this" (enter Slovakian accent).  The actual fact that she is shooting down my boss no matter what.  Complaining about having to work.  Biting the hands that feed her. Insulting the customers calling them 'American pigs', insulting people with weight problems. Being rude to customers.  I kiss ass every damn day for tips. You may as well wipe the floor with me because I'm such a push over.  I take everyone's bullshit. Why? I have a home to take care of. And I in fact take EVERY one's horse shit!
On top of that she steals tables and forces her way into money so she can afford expensive Cancun vacas and a nice house and to drive all the fuck way from Avon to Job X four days a week. I'm SCRAMBLING for gas money and you're pulling this shit?
The worst absolute part of this nonsense is she's REWARDED by the hand she bites! REWARDED for insulting the bosses. REWARDED for stealing tables! Who the fuck cares about the other servers? The people who do what they're asked ALL THE TIME. Not only do we do the jobs you ask of us, but we do them to the best of our abilities with a fucking cheesy ass smile on our faces. In ten years will I be rewarded for bitching about everything I am told to do? Will I be rewarded for treating everyone like dirt and insulting people's weight problems? Food for thought.

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