Complaining time...

So, I've decided that the thing I dislike the most about my job is the fact that I have no set "get off of work" time. It's around the same time, obviously, but it can vary by an hour, at least. It really bothers my sense of order that I have to wait for someone to tell me that I'm "cut", at which time I can start cleaning my section and doing whatever my duties are in the kitchen (re-filling salad dressings, [which is what I did today], stocking to-go boxes, cleaning the tea and coffee station, or whatever).

I really have mixed emotions about this job. The things I like: always moving (mostly), having a chart and book to tell me exactly what my kitchen duties are during and after my shift, making money, making small accomplishments throughout the day (closing out a ticket makes me feel like I actually did something), and the repetitiveness (greet, get drink order, suggest appetizer, bring drink, get food order, bring appetizer if called for, wait [and do sidework if needed], bring food, circulate to check on them and to re-fill drinks, do sidework or run food, pre-bus, suggest dessert, bring dessert if called for, bring ticket, run card or get change for cash, tell them to have a good day, wait 'til they leave, look at what kind of tip I got, close out the ticket, rinse and repeat).

The things I dislike: the above-mentioned time issue, the fact that I have to "check-out" with someone (like I wouldn't do things properly otherwise...), the shoes, the amount of people that I'm constantly around (I occasionally just have to swallow the panic... or go to the bathroom or store room to be by myself for a minute or two... hopefully no-one will notice my more-frequent-than-necessary bathroom trips :)), the times when I have to ask someone how to do something because some moron has altered every aspect of the item that they ordered, the fact that it interferes with my eating schedule (dinner I can deal with, because staying up late is no problem for me, but lunch is another story... thank God they don't serve breakfast, because if I had to work a breakfast shift and my breakfast time got screwed with... I don't think I could manage that). Oh, and the fact that I have to have a starched uniform.... I'm convinced that starch affects the so-called breathable aspect of cotton... I'm not too crazy about the pants either.

And if today was any indication, tips for the lunch shift suck compared to the dinner shift.

Anyways, I suppose that's enough ranting for one night.... I best leave it at that unless someone out there thinks I'm totally crazy...