Sorry, for not posting anything yesterday. I wanted to, but I didn't have any strength left. 8 hours of work, chilling at a friends house and walking home made me insanely tired. Even though I couldn't sleep until 4 am. I was laying in my bed, yawning and stuff, but I just couldn't sleep. Disaster, to be honest. At the end I took some sedatives, so I'm not sure if it's them or the peppermint tea that I drank before drugs, helped. Either way, I woke up around 12, made myself some coffee, few sandwitches and here I am, writing this blog.
To be honest, I want your opinion, guys. It's about my work, as usual, so could you comment down your thoughts? Let me tell you what happened yesterday. So, yeah, I was bragging about my new place we signed up for next year and it slipped that it's really near that restaurant I work in. I got the answer "oh, cool, it means we could give you more shifts since you live two minutes away". I told them I won't be able to, because I will have more uni work and it will be way more important, but as an answer I got this: "Oh, but you always have time to work, so it's gonna be fine." NOW. Now this sounded like they were using me. Like, first of all, who the fuck thinks I will work there next year? They don't pay me legal wage and they still think I won't look for anything else? Really? Secondly, my uni work right now is really poor because I don't have time on the weekends to do it. Guess thank God for those Monday day-off's that I have to do my assignments. Oh, wait. I don't have a Monday off today, I have a fucking test that I won't have time to prepare to, because.... DING DING, MOTHERFUCKER, I have work until late night. I get home exhausted because I have to run around all the time. Let me talk about yesterday a bit more, ok? So, I'm at work from 2 pm, because I was doing co-workers shift, 4 hours alone until two other waiters came to their shift. I'm not saying those 4 hours were busy, but I still was pretty much tired. So, yeah, around 7 or 8 we started having customers. And it was like 7 tables. While I was running around, smiling to everyone and trying to do my best, I saw our other waitress standing in one place, playing with her phone and pretending that she is working. Same was when she started cleaning spoons, forks and knifes. One of them, one message. One of them, one message. While she cleaned those, I got two orders, got food to three tables and started washing glasses, because we didn't have any anymore. But the best part was when I was doing it again later that night and she was standing there talking with one of the chefs. People from one table left, and she still stood there talking and giggling. I mean, I'm not jealous, geez, but could you please do your work first? All evening I had to ask her to do something and she would look at me like I've killed her favourite pet or something. Well, sorry, missy, but you do work here and you get money for that, not for standing and talking and playing with your phone. So after I asked her to go to that table and clean it, she looked at me even scarier. Oh well, not the first time and I was too tired to argue. Then I turned to my boss to ask when do I finish and I saw what he would say. I told him in advance, then, that I will not work until 11, because I'm too fucking tired. I did want to tell him that I basically did all the work by myself, but I don't want to be a bitch that reports it. although I might, because I was told off because of the phone more than once. And she is carrying hers everywhere. It annoys me so much.
Oh well, at least I got many compliments two days in a row now. Everyone said I am really nice person, that I have a cute smile and I'm really sweet. You know what? One pair left like 6 pounds for tips, winking that it's for me and as a good person, I put that back in tip box, that we all share. How much did I get from there by the end of the night? 2.60. Two point sixty fucking pounds for running around straight 8 hours. And other guys from work were saying I deserve less than a pound. Good for them I was hurrying at my friends house, because I wanted to say goodbye before him leaving. I would have told them everything I thought.
Anyway, I'm not angry, nope. I got to see my friend off and I'm so jealous that he's probably in Lithuania right now. God, I would sell my soul to be with my family for Christmas. But nooo, I will have to work my ass of there, for four pounds per hour. I asked one of my co-workers if we get paid more for working on Christmas, or Christmas-Eve day, and I loved her reaction. Uh, the answer was no, obviously. So, yes, my dears, I am writing my new CV at the moment. I need another work asap, because I'll be broke by the end of the January.
Love you, guys x
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