Monday, July 27, 2009

Work, work, work, work, work. Hello Boys! Pt.2

Dear Globlets,

After posting the last work globulation, I began to wonder if I was blowing things out of proportion and/or being too rash. I think, however, that my reaction was based on several bad days along with the stress and exhaustion from closing.
My boss is the mama there, and if mama ain't happy, then nobody's happy. She hasn't been doing well lately but today she was still acting much more cheerful than she was a week or two ago. It's kind of strange since the most recent problems are worse than the ones from when she was temperamental and had made me feel like shit.
Today was a good day, but that could just as well be causing me to react in the same way I did the other day: too quickly. One good day can't make up for a lot of bad days; one bad day can't overpower the good days. I still have to make sure I'm happy doing what I'm doing, though. I thought about quitting but then I decided to wait it out, at least until October. Today, my boss told me she was getting really nervous about the café/bistro. She told me how good it was to have me closing but she's not sure if she's going to be able to afford me in the next few months. So, if things don't pick up in September, she let me know that she might have to let me go. Friendlily, so don't rawr.
We'll see. One of three things could happen:
1. I stay and be happy and work 3-6 Mon-Fri come September.
2. She lets me go.
3. I leave.

I reckon I should start looking for other work. :/ Such a drag. I don't know what I'm going to do if option 2 or 3 happens. Do I stay in the food industry, even?
Ugh.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Informationage?

Dear Globlets,

With nearly every question answerable by Google, asking people questions has become... uncool, it seems. Possibly frowned upon. You just don't do it. And if you do, you get linked to "Let me Google that for you." It's happened to me when I commented on a friend's status on Facebook. Someone else gives me the link. Soon there won't be any point in talking about anything. Asking questions will become obsolete. You won't have to ask, "What are you up to today?" or "Free this weekend?" or even "How are you today?" because all you'll have to do is check the person's Facebook or Twitter page. I think Twitter is worse than Facebook. I don't know much about Twitter but from what I can tell, it seems like just status updates. People don't have to ask "What time is it there?" because they can just look it up.
People won't even talk about the weather any more.
"By golly, we sure are having some fine weather here this weekend. How is it there on your end, old chum?"
" Link "
"Oh.
Oh.
I see."

What is the world coming to?

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Work, work, work, work, work. Hello Boys! Pt.1

Dear Globlets,

I'm not really enjoying my job right now. When my hours were first changed, I was a bit upset because I was told I don't do certain things fast enough. So, instead of letting me learn to quicken the pace and get comfortable with my workplace, I get to close. I work 3pm-6pm, Wed-Fri; Saturday from 8am-4:30pm. The place closes at 5pm during the week, leaving me with a time-frame of two hours for possible, though minimal, human interaction. During the summer it's dead because most people are on vacation and whatnot. Saturdays are very quiet as well.
Now, I realize that it's slow at this time and that it will pick up in the fall, but my hours then will be Mon-Fri, 3-6, no Saturday, which could be good. But, again, two hours. During the three hours that I work, I downsize the deli case, wrap everything in cellophane, put certain things away in the fridge, dump the coffees, do the dishes, sweep and mop the floors, Windex the deli case, take out the recycling and the garbages, wipe down and bring in all the chairs and tables, restock the lids, cups, sugar, pop fridge, etc., and help the 1-5 customers I'll get in those three hours. It isn't brain surgery but I'm exhausted after that. It doesn't help when it's as hot as hell in there. I'm not Asian; I sweat. Don't you? I run around doing all this in three hours in a very small kitchen with limited air conditioning and a dish sterilizer. Extreme heat + bacteria = something like a Spanish Inquisition for the little mofos.

The reason I wanted to work in a place like this is for the social interaction. I've been told I'm friendly and people can easily like me because I smile naturally all the time. Most of the time.

Even if I talk to my boss about changing my hours, I'm not sure if I'd like it any better. I get blamed for things I didn't have anything to do with. I feel like I get talked down to all the time. It's easy to blame me. I'm new. I don't know anything. I'm incapable of doing much which is why I got the hours that I got. But I have a knack for closing and for cleaning things WELL.
It simply feels like they think very little of me. And because of this, I don't have the confidence to say, "I think we should put the dough back in the bowl because it doesn't look right and we ought to add some butter," even if I know that's what it needs. That happened the day before yesterday. I would have liked it if Jade had just made the dough and let me form the crust... because I know how to do it. Because my hands fit perfectly in the pan for making them. Because I've got a system for them. It's one thing my boss said I am good at.

The business's problems mostly boil down to disorganization. Recipes are not clear or easy to follow because you have to double or triple them, or they're so old you can't read it right or the terms are ancient and you think they mean something they don't. One loses a lot of money when you have to throw out cakes and things.
She doesn't have the signs up, the menu boards ready, the menus printed, any pictures on her walls, and no advertising online. It doesn't look as good as it could. It has a lot of potential but she doesn't take a day to JUST DO IT. That's all she needs. Maybe take a week off to deal with these things. She'd get more customers, more money, and she'd be less stressed. She's taken a couple of weeks already: one with her man and one that wasn't really a vacation since she visited her old, injured grandmother. She obviously CAN leave for a while. I don't know why she doesn't leave for a few hours every day for a week to make the place look better.

She also suspects I've been fucking up with the till and leaving her short of money... except I work 3 hours and get like 3 customers on average and a quick check of the receipts would clear things up just fine. "Either [me] or Jade," she's said. I don't even know HOW to screw it up. :/

I have to go to work now. Yay, me. I'll probably have more to say when I get back. Lucky you.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Ass'oles d'jour.



Dear Globlets,

I'm really pissed off at the Distance Ed. people again. Every minute I have to deal with them is agonizing. I can't wait until I can be rid of them. It's good incentive: the faster I work through school stuff, the sooner I'll be free from these people.
I make them sound horrible. They are, though! Evil, truly. Why? Because they tell you to proofread your work and check for grammatical and spelling errors in your work and they make you do exercises and assignments to prove you're literate and your writing is legible and they grade you, of course... while there are massive typos spilt throughout the English website. Then they expect you to respect them and take them seriously? I feel like editing all of the pages and handing that in saying, "You got a C- in English 11. Next time check your work before you hand it in." You have no idea how much this pisses me off. Maybe you do. I understand when young people use bad English, but when adults do it it makes me want to... I don't know... tie them down to a chair and teach them how to spell. They just don't care; if they don't care, why should I? I do.

Right now I'm dealing with my counsellor and his substitute. Technically I should have graduated this year but I still have a few courses I need to complete before I can be considered at UVIC. One of those courses is Social Studies 11. I haven't taken SS10 because it sounds retarded and I don't need it unless I'm getting a Dogwood which I'm not. I simply registered for SS11 and my counsellor asks me if I plan to take SS10 before I take SS11, which initially is a stupid question seeing as I registered for SS11, not 10. I suppose it's his job to ask and I told him no, just SS11. I asked if it was mandatory to take SS10 before SS11 or if it's just recommended, already knowing the answer. "HIGHLY recommended because SS11 builds on SS10," which it doesn't really because we checked the curriculum. I'm sure some of it is attached but it's a different era I would learn about altogether.

He also asked me if I was going to complete Planning10 and Math10... PLANNING10? PLANNING10?! It's a little late for that. I told them I disenrolled from that! And they're wondering about these courses now? You'd think they'd have wondered about them when I was still in grade 10, when I still had time to deal with them, and not when I would have already graduated. I told him I disenrolled from the courses.
Then I was transferred to the sub because my counsellor is going on holiday 'til mid-August.
I told the new guy that I'm not planning on getting my Dogwood, which I've told counsellors and teachers in the past, and that I'd like to get on my SS11 soon so I'm not 85 by the time I'm done high school... except nicely. He got all, "What do you mean you're not getting a Dogwood!? How will you survive?! You can't do that! Education = Dogwood! Piece of paper! What are you going to do?! You need to take grade 10 courses before you take grade 11 courses because I'm pretty sure 10 comes before 11 regardless of the fact you're in 'O-Grade 13' now and ohmigoodness!"


You know, as distance ed. teachers and counsellors, you'd think they'd have more information on post-secondary and alternative education. They've been trained to do everything by the books and by the standard school system despite the fact they offer distance ed. - an alternative. It's not surprising, it's just sad and it pisses me off.
As counsellors they should be aware of all the options and I think they should care a little more about the students. I really do.