Pizza Hell

   Crazy. That's me. Crazy. Why would I start this whole blog out like this you ask? Because I can, thats why. Now, asking why I am crazy can get you a whole bunch of answers. But that would take literally all night and day. So I'll simply state that I'm crazy this time for quitting my job and being happy about it. Why you ask? This is a crazy economy, why did I just quit having positive income? Well you see, I used to work as a waitress at this place called Pizza Hell, I mean, Pizza Hut. It was total hell. Apparently I was the longest they have managed to keep a server for more than a few days! I last a whole month. Quite a feat I assure you.

   First we start off with baby-mama. I'll refrain from her real name for her own well being because, well, she needs all the help she can get. This chick had 3 babies, from 3 different baby-daddies. Ones in jail, ones paying child support, and one is a mystery man. I got to hear all about her wonderful children and her favorite baby daddy who is the biggest sweet heart in all the land. Except for he went to prison 3 days after the birth of his own child. Yeah. Sweet heart. Now this doesn't bother me much. I have the patience of a saint when it comes to listening to people complain. I had a problem when she took my tables for being "to slow." Made no sense since I just so happened to be going faster than her. Want to know why this got to me so badly? She got $20 in tips off of those tables. $20 that should have been mine. But you know what, I can even let that slide. She has been a waitress there for 5 years. The only waitress since the others keep being ran off by different things. Who wants to be a waitress working minimum wage for 5 years while trying to raise 3 kids and go to college? Whatever, her prerogative I guess. After that much time, you probably know who's about to pay you a lot of money. I also don't appreciate being told that I'm cleaning tables wrong when I've been over them 3 times. They're clean. I assure you they are very clean.

   Now most of the people who work there are OK people. Not to bad, but not the best of people. However, the one who sticks out the most is the crazy one. Once again, I will not call her by name, but simply crazy. A more apt name would be "the one who needs an attitude adjustment," but thats to long to type. Crazy will do. Because she is, well, crazy. A new waitress, only waitress in a restaurant on a Saturday night, packed FULL of people. Every single seat was taken. Literally every one of them. And little ol' me. Whose fault is it that the computer deletes tickets before they get paid. Why me of course! Who gets in my face to tell me how awful of a person I am? Crazy of course. Apparently saying OK when she tells me something is wrong is not a good enough answer when there's no way to fix it. Sure I understand, now please get out of my face! The kitchen is putting out pizzas in the wrong order and I'm taking a table who got here later their pizza first. Oh no. Disaster. At least thats what Crazy thinks. And it's all my fault, somehow. Not sure how but it is somehow. Once again in my face yelling. Then tips start disappearing off tables. Where did those go? I walked by a minute ago with a pizza in one hand and 1,000 drinks in the other and it was there. Now it's not! Noone seems to know. But now I'm in trouble for losing tips and not cleaning up tables when there is only one person who is helping me out here. She was nice. I'll actually miss working with her.

   Now you ask, what was the managerial staff doing during all of this? Either talking on the phone or watching me flail around in the dining area. Afterwards I got pulled to the side and told I wasn't doing good enough. You know, I think I did pretty well being by myself and trying to serve a whole house full of people. Apparently not. I don't appreciate being yelled at everytime I mess up when I'm new at something. Mistakes happen, so get over them and fix it. Not a hard concept.

   Between my own money disappearing, crappy employees, crappy hours, and being yelled at for things that aren't my fault, I decided that this job just isn't for me. So I went to the back room and told the manager that I didn't appreciate the treatment and promptly left.

   Well that was a nice release! It will also probably be my longest post ever. Anyways, this weeks bird goes to Pizza Hut. Enjoy.