I wish I had some right now. I wouldn’t mind taking the edge off. It’s been a hectic week at school and at work. My grades are fluctuating and I am growing tired of the crap at work. I’m left to make a few big decisions, but I’m limited as to what I can do. Or what I should do. Or what is in my best interest. I’m that person in an abusive relationship who gets beat repeatedly over the head with a shovel — and still returns.
School was bumpy in the beginning of the week. I found out my grade grade — 88.5. I had a 99 average until the Navigation and Surveying quiz. I missed part of a question and completely bombed the other. I scored a 60, in the end. Dropped my average a whopping 10.5 points. I then scored an 89 on a Polar Coordinates quiz. That’s okay, but really didn’t raise my grade. We had to graph some trig functions on the Polar Coordinate graph thing, and I am pretty sure I landed a 100 — which will bring my grade up to a 89.5, or a 90. That’s okay. English is also a 90 — I don’t know how, but it is. I am tempted to ask for some extra credit, but it’s mainly for those kids who have genuine 40s. And I’d look and feel greedy. History, however, is going great. I have the highest average in the class — 96.2. I’m winning by .3 and plan to widen that. The best part is — I’m going against some true geniuses who are ranked top 50. Hell, the number ten girl has a lower average than me! My other classes are fine.
Work has been interesting. I have taken a backseat and just do what is required. I leave early when possible. There are plenty more important things to do, like homework or even just relaxing. And when the kitchen is over 90 degrees and there is absolutely no work for me.. I’d rather be doing the more “important” things. Emily has completely fallen for Mario. Mario is an illegal immigrant from some country that I can’t be arsed to remember or even care of. He’s a total pig. He obsessively stares at woman and makes raunchy comments and expects everyone, including the managers, to do things for him. He’ll simply stay in the kitchen and be perfectly fine with Nicole or Emily (managers) getting fries for him. He tries to be that Alpha Male, but there is just no way. He doesn’t have the intellect or dominance. Not to sound too egotistical, but I think he’s jealous of my intelligence and skill. I’m the fastest in the kitchen and am friends with everyone — not to mention, very smart. He’s the opposite. But, anyway, Emily likes to have these little Latino Pets, as I like to call them. Before it was Jose, who spoke little English and was straight out of Mexico. Unfortunately, when I was asking Dalia, someone who is from the same town as Jose, where she was from and I drew a retarded looking shoe to represent Mexico, Jose got mad and redrew it with amazing precision. Ever since then, he kind of hated me. Which is fine. He was fired three weeks after. Jose probably should have never been on Drive Thru, considering his lack of English skills, but Emily wanted him there. Same with Mario. She is going to put him on Drive Thru and eventually get him working up front — which is the equivalent to a yard slave going into the house; they’re more pampered and are hierarchically higher. Mario knows less English than Jose. Which is sad. “Our odor comb to devon dirty dents, firsed widow, peas.” How exactly that is going to help Burger King .. beats me. I got a little annoyed, considering I know how to work Drive Thru, Front Counter and just about everything in Burger King, but Emily prefers to keep me in the kitchen. Issa and Nicole want me out — but Emily wants me in. It’s tough.
The Mexicans were being complete idiots to me today. Which is normal, considering, whenever I leave early, they get their uncleaned panties in a bunch and don’t talk to me for a few hours the next day. But, they don’t really, I use a secret weapon. Instead of being a typical asshole back to them — which I would love to do, but I have too much heart and feel bad after — I kill them with kindness. “Give me fries.” “Here you go, Theresa! Hold on, I’ll put them in for you!” They try so hard to not say thank you, it’s awesome. But after twenty minutes of that crap today, I walked into Issa’s office and asked for a minute. He frantically put down his papers and everything — which, I’d assume he thought I was quitting (which wouldn’t be a bad idea..) and said, “I have two.” Not sure if that was just nervous energy coming out or the willingness to dedicate more time than I had asked for to cater to my needs. But I’m probably over-analyzing his words, considering a man of that low intelligence couldn’t conjure up anything nearly as deep. Alas, I told him, point blank, that I wanted to do something new — like the front counter. Unlike him, I watch how I word things. I did not use the word ‘try’ because that would imply that I want to learn. I want to ‘do’ implies that I know what I am doing and I would like to do it. Hopefully he picked up on that. We talk some more — I tell him that I have a great personality and do not feel that I am able to really express myself in the kitchen. I’m a talker (he agreed; he called me a ‘gabber’) and that I would much rather spend my time talking to a customer and putting a smile on their face rather than minding myself in the kitchen where I have to listen to Spanish be blurted back and forth by the Mexicans. I don’t speak Spanish. I have no desire to learn. I want to speak English — my native, and only, language. And if they are going to be putting me in for six days a week, I want to be doing something that I enjoy — like front counter. I don’t like the kitchen. He had a wary look on his face, which is what I expected. He had just hired a few more people for the front counter and had no one to replace me in the kitchen. But he said he’d trade my schedule for another person. I thanked him and returned to the kitchen.
Emily comes in a few minutes later. She walks into the office and they obviously talk. Emily does not want me up there. So I knew it was not going to go well. Issa called me back in an hour or so later, when he was working on the schedule. I first glanced, I noticed my name was in the Kitchen section with a little K next to it. K means Kitchen, FC means Front Counter, DT means Drive Thru. According to that day, I was working in the Kitchen. Plain and simple. But he goes on to tell me that I am going to switch with Ray and work up front. A few thoughts rushed into my head: 1) Ray is my friend. I know he does not like the kitchen. And because I have a heart, I could not force someone into a place for my benefit. Especially when I am aware that they hate it. 2) Whoever is the manager that day will not know what to do. And ten bucks that manager is Emily, so it’s a lose-lose. Hopefully he didn’t catch my initial expression or even the rolling of my eyes, but I said thanks. When I left the office, I said thanks again. I showed him that I “cared” and “appreciated” his work. I knew what was up his sleeve the whole time. I’m not going up front and I know he was just bringing me in there to show that he is doing something. So, I figured, hey, if he wants to play some games — and considering I am at wit’s end with this place, I’ll try to bring down his feelings and make him feel like a total dick for “crushing” a sixteen year old.
However, I am just going to go in tomorrow and tell him to forget about what I said yesterday. I am willing to work in the kitchen. I’m not going to pull Ray in the kitchen for my benefit. That’s not right. The kitchen is not that bad.. but I am not staying there forever. I’m going to look around for another job. One that actually deals with the public and preferably one that has AC. And the next time that I ever pull Issa aside for a one minuter — he’s going to actually use his whole two minutes to take his best shot at persuading me to stay. And it’s going to take a lot more than a promotion, pay raise and even the repair of the damn AC.
I’m sick of Burger King.
yes! do you speak english? :)