Friday...Some People Just Need To Get Real At Times

So, I went to my old job, to collect my Food Handlers Certificate that
was hanging on the wall. The customers who were so use to seeing me
actually showed me so love. They told me my talents were far better than
what this place had to offer me. They also said that if I need some help
in finding another foodie job, let them know, they know people with
places, businesses. I collect about 5 phone numbers in all. I also had a
talk with the store manager.

In more or less words, he told me he fucked up, and that he lied to save
his ass. See, this would've blown all over had the store manager been
Spanish or Black, but he is White. I never had a problem with him with
the 2 years that I've been working at this store. He said that he came
in the office on the back end of the convo with me and the bookkeeper
and that he didn't know what was going on. I told him, asked him, why
didn't he just tell the truth. He was speechless, didn't know what to
say. He hurried up and walked away, went back to what he was doing.

Like I said, I gave me letter that I was leaving, so expressing to the
store manager how I felt...wasn't even worth the air I breathe. This
incident will come back and haunt him in the future..I hope it does. I
knew I did nothing wrong to warrant the bookkeeper yelling at me. With
his having a 'thing' for her, the bookkeeper, he felt he was protecting
her honor or some shit I guess.

The good thing about my present job is that its something I never did
before, another aspect of a small business that about to either wither
away and die or blow up in the future. One thing is this... about 30 to
40 employees. About 4 to 8, including myself are Black. NONE of them
work in the area I work in though. Some that shows me that I can move up
here and get out of the cold, cause I dislike the cold.

Without saying what I do, cause I signed a discourse agreement, I help
in the process of making fresh juices. My station is Prep. I peel, slice
and cut cases of fruit. This causes me to stand in one place for long,
long periods of time, something I am use to. One thing I'm going to
suggest is that they get some one professional to come once a week and
sharpen the knifes. I not to go at sharpening them myself and a good
sharp knife plays a BIG key in putting out a good product.

One of the fall backs of this new job is that I can't do the things that
I'm use to doing when at my old job...Twitter and my blog. Right now its
4:33am, and I'm on the F train writing this. So any entries have to be
done before or after work.

I don't know if I will be at this job for long, I mean I like it and
all, but I'm use to customer service. Slicing meats and cheese, making
sandwiches and fresh salads to order. But mainly talking with my
customers. Here, they, my coworkers all they speak is Spanish and they
don't talk to me cause I don't speak Spanish. In fact, we had a meeting
yesterday with some one to translate to Spanish what was being said.
This made a 20 minute meeting go into an hour. The body, when its use to
doing something, and then there is a breaking in what it was doing,
well, my body tends to freeze up and get sore. But that won't happen
much though.
--michaelchappell