Saturday, July 13, 2013

I promise I'm alive.

I just keep.. running into too many things to keep my mind straight over what to make a post on.
My latest complaint is management. As I've said before - they're Turks. The owner is Turkish, as are the cooks, and they band together.
This means there's a fight in the kitchen that I had nothing to do with, I just happened to be there that day, and I'm stuck closing on Friday nights or I lose them altogether. Vindictive little fuckers.

Then, all the money gets gambled at the casino and our gas gets shut off for a day. That's a night of tips lost, five hours off my paycheck, and the fear of the unknown - will our doors reopen? For how long?

Le sigh. Applications will have to be filled out, and soon.