Be professional. Pt. 2.

Next post will be about roommates again. I promise. From me it will be anyway. But trust me, if you worked where I do, that would probably be the center of your misery as well. It just gets worse and worse. I've tried looking for another job, but it's no good. No one's called. Oh please, oh please, someone, please call back. Please call me and hire me. Take me away, I beg of you, from this place, this godforsaken hellhole. God is not present where I work. He is absent. He's absent from two places -- Hell and Suckway.

So, since the first post about this place, a good two months ago, much has happened that is worthy of note. First of all, I'm happy to announce that the notes have been getting less and less. Of course, there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this -- the managers simply don't come there anymore. If they do, it's to look at the freezer that's been broken for three weeks, say some stupid things, grab some free food, and then leave in their industrial strength pick-up trucks. That's right, for nearly a month, our freezer was busted. It was almost as cool as the refridgerator. I'm pretty sure we were breaking all kinds of FDA rules. So what do we do? Lie in the temp checks? I guess so. It's okay to sin here, though, because, as I said before, even God doesn't go there. Anyway, the thing is apparently fixed now. So...thanks guys up top. You all showed some great managing skills during that terrible crisis where most of our food was ruined. One day, when I'm a moronic manager like you, I'll use you guys as my role model. Whatever anyone else teaches me, I'll simply throw out the window...because that's clearly what you've all done.

Hmm...what else. Ah yes, cameras. Surveillance. That's right, they can finally watch us and actually see how busy it gets while they leave me there all alone each and every nite. It's hilarious how many cameras they put in. The place is really a pretty small store, but there is definitely six cameras up and running, watching our every move. Rumor has it that four can record audio. We certainly haven't censored ourselves, believe you me. I'm still waiting for that phone call from them telling me that I shouldn't eat that cookie, even if it's broken or old or stale or burnt. And that's when I get to ask them why they only have five people currently employed at our store and why they only care about productivity.

Here's the thing with them and why we're always rushed. As I said, we only have five people working now. And those five people always work. I let my supervisor know tonite that I'm sick of this and what the heck is their problem? Why haven't they hired more people? This is ridiculous. He told me that as long as productivity is high and workers are low...they're making good money. I mean, it makes sense (cents. ha). We're getting loads of customers and they only have to pay for a couple people working there at a time. Sure. We'll take care of it. Don't worry about the people actually running your--

But I'm still there. And it's all I've got. So as miserable as it makes me, I gotta find something good in it. Mmhmm. This post will actually have a happy ending. Most customers are morons. But some aren't. Some come in and are regulars and tip me every time because I help them out and they feel bad I'm the only one there. Alot of times a couple will come in and the guy will joke around with me about how it sucks they leave me there alone like that or something. They allright.