...you better ask some one in Food Service then. But just in case you don't know... If you drop something on the floor, you have 5 seconds from the time you dropped it til the time you pick it up in order for it to still be good. Don't ask me how this rule started cause I don't know, it has been handed down and pass along. Yesterday, coworker asked me to make him a sandwich I did, and he wanted it pressed, hot. I did that, but when transferring it to the counter it fell, and he saw it fall. He said pick it up and hand it to him, he lives in The South Bronx with Rats and Roaches and the floor here are cleaner then his floors at home. That's another reason why I get on my coworkers case if they spit on the floor or even in the garbage cans.
This Police Officer that rape this women the other night here in New York City. His father says that his sson would never do anything like that, but.. It was said that in 2010, Officer Michael Pena had a case against him that was settled by the City of New York for the tune of 25 Thousand dollars. He was said because of a "vicious body cavity search that went beyond all possible bounds of decency" You know what that tells me? That he, Officer Pena is a Fucked up Twisted Motherfucker. BEYOND ALL POSSIBLE BOUNDS OF DECENCY ? Come on, wake da fuck up and smell the coffee.
This woman on the train on my way home from work did everything that she could do in order for me to look at her and even ask her her name. I saw the signs, playing with the watch, messing with her hair, hands to the face. Want to impress me, step your game up and approach me., now that would get my attention.
Pretty blue eyed, blonde hair Russian girl, yes, 20 years old, a co worker, works right close to me. She leaving next month to go back to Russia and back to school. I told her how pretty her eyes are and she said there are many like her in Russia, that she isn't special. I told her that may be true, but one of them is standing right in front of me and looking me straight in the eyes. I saw that she got wet right then and there on the spot. She does have a nice ass, a ass like a sister in fact. Gonna speak with her before the day is over.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Thursday, Agust 25th, 5:09am
I can't and I don't understand some people. I mean I don't try to understand people at all. There are only a handful of people that I really do care about, the rest can kiss my ass..and family is included in this too. But for the most, I don't understand people, and I give up on trying to. Take work for an example, just think about this for a minute.
For the most,you spend about 40 to 50 hours with the people you work with every week. And, work isn't the only thing you do with them. Some times you go and hang out, go to events. Sometimes you go out and get fucked up, drinking, drugging. Then there are times when you go out with the opposite sex, and now even the same sex, to get your groove on, nothing wrong with that. But ask yourself, what about that new person that just came on your team, that who is now a teammate of yours, huh, what about them?
Do you bring that new person into your new circle, or do you keep them on the outside and treat them like they are new. If you know what I know, you would make that person feel like part of your work family. Yesterday, I told them at work that being that this is my second week and I will be getting paid, that I am coming up short on train fare, could some one please lend me a dollar. I heard I don't have a dollar, to I don't come out of the house with money. Then one guy had the nerve to say that is he the only one that has money so close to payday? But do you think he offered, after I asked to borrow a dollar? Hell no. But here is what happened.
Customer who had came in at lunch time and I made her sandwiches for her, wanted 2 to take home for dinner. I had already clocked out, and I told her I did, but I also told her that I had no problem making them for her. I went behind the counter and she changed her order to 5 sandwiches. The guy that was working the stationed told me that he would handle it, and the woman said no he wasn't she wanted me to do it. After I finished, she gave me a 50 dollar tip.
I went and washed my hands and told everyone that would listen, what just happened and you should have seen the look on their faces. What I plan on doing later on this morning is taking 30 dollars and buying some Dunkin Dounuts for my co workers, to show that I appreciate working with them.
New.....
Some people, mostly females, they have been hurt throughout their lives. When all they want is to be loved and cared for by any one, but mainly they want a realtionship with a man. Don't you females tell me that bullshit, I don't need no man either. Cause you know that just what you want. Well, I know what I want too, and its not to be tied down in a relationship, so to speak. I will come over when you want me to, but I want to have the means to say, no, I'm staying home, or that I'm going to stay at a friends house this weekend. If you don't understand that and this, there is nothing in the world that can make you understand.
We all have lives to lives, with things to do, and some of those things I like to do by myself. Things like just spending time with people I want to spend time with. This woman that I'm seeing now, she falls somewhat into some of these categories. I have to explain things to her later on though.
For the most,you spend about 40 to 50 hours with the people you work with every week. And, work isn't the only thing you do with them. Some times you go and hang out, go to events. Sometimes you go out and get fucked up, drinking, drugging. Then there are times when you go out with the opposite sex, and now even the same sex, to get your groove on, nothing wrong with that. But ask yourself, what about that new person that just came on your team, that who is now a teammate of yours, huh, what about them?
Do you bring that new person into your new circle, or do you keep them on the outside and treat them like they are new. If you know what I know, you would make that person feel like part of your work family. Yesterday, I told them at work that being that this is my second week and I will be getting paid, that I am coming up short on train fare, could some one please lend me a dollar. I heard I don't have a dollar, to I don't come out of the house with money. Then one guy had the nerve to say that is he the only one that has money so close to payday? But do you think he offered, after I asked to borrow a dollar? Hell no. But here is what happened.
Customer who had came in at lunch time and I made her sandwiches for her, wanted 2 to take home for dinner. I had already clocked out, and I told her I did, but I also told her that I had no problem making them for her. I went behind the counter and she changed her order to 5 sandwiches. The guy that was working the stationed told me that he would handle it, and the woman said no he wasn't she wanted me to do it. After I finished, she gave me a 50 dollar tip.
I went and washed my hands and told everyone that would listen, what just happened and you should have seen the look on their faces. What I plan on doing later on this morning is taking 30 dollars and buying some Dunkin Dounuts for my co workers, to show that I appreciate working with them.
New.....
Some people, mostly females, they have been hurt throughout their lives. When all they want is to be loved and cared for by any one, but mainly they want a realtionship with a man. Don't you females tell me that bullshit, I don't need no man either. Cause you know that just what you want. Well, I know what I want too, and its not to be tied down in a relationship, so to speak. I will come over when you want me to, but I want to have the means to say, no, I'm staying home, or that I'm going to stay at a friends house this weekend. If you don't understand that and this, there is nothing in the world that can make you understand.
We all have lives to lives, with things to do, and some of those things I like to do by myself. Things like just spending time with people I want to spend time with. This woman that I'm seeing now, she falls somewhat into some of these categories. I have to explain things to her later on though.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
...Don't Push M Cause I'm Close To The Edge, I'm About To Lose My Edge...
I'm not a violent person by nature, it takes a lot..no, let me stop right there. I have a temper and its on a short ass fuse. I feel and I believe that a pesron should always respect themselves, and then others will respect you. Sometimes it doesn't work out like that, take yesterday.
Eddie is co concerned that cause he is training me, that he is going to get fired, cause 6 weeks ago he did the same thing. He was trained, and they fired the person that trained him. Danny, the guy that makes the salads, whom is 22 years old, AND this is his first job, I feel that he was riding the same yellow school bus when he was a kid, but I digress. Danny is a slow thinking. He thinks that he know a lot about shit, but he doesn't know anything. He asked me to borrow my marker, while I was walking pass him, in joking I said no, I was carrying dirty dishes to the kitchen, so I didn't stop. When I came back, I asked him did he still need it, he went off on me. Like I said I have a temper, so I have to admit, I said some things to him, and I didn't hold back either. Eddie was standing right there too when Danny called me a snitch. Yep, he called me a snitch.
This is coming at me when I've only been at the job for 4 days now. I started to smack the shit out of him just out of just being on the street. See, he knows nothing about what it means when you call some one a snitch. But I found out what the problem is, and now I'm looking at the two of them in a completely different way.
One, Eddie is worried about being fired. If you're doing your job, why worry about being fired? Eddie, is just a dumb punk stupid ass kid. Both of them are punks really. They talk shit about the owner and the managers, but when management approaches them, they know that they are placing fear in their hearts, they have no respect for them. So I look at the 2 of them as spinless fucking worms, no backbone at all.
I'm off the weekends so when I come back on Monday, I won;t say shit to neither of them, but I will work with 'em thugh.
Eddie is co concerned that cause he is training me, that he is going to get fired, cause 6 weeks ago he did the same thing. He was trained, and they fired the person that trained him. Danny, the guy that makes the salads, whom is 22 years old, AND this is his first job, I feel that he was riding the same yellow school bus when he was a kid, but I digress. Danny is a slow thinking. He thinks that he know a lot about shit, but he doesn't know anything. He asked me to borrow my marker, while I was walking pass him, in joking I said no, I was carrying dirty dishes to the kitchen, so I didn't stop. When I came back, I asked him did he still need it, he went off on me. Like I said I have a temper, so I have to admit, I said some things to him, and I didn't hold back either. Eddie was standing right there too when Danny called me a snitch. Yep, he called me a snitch.
This is coming at me when I've only been at the job for 4 days now. I started to smack the shit out of him just out of just being on the street. See, he knows nothing about what it means when you call some one a snitch. But I found out what the problem is, and now I'm looking at the two of them in a completely different way.
One, Eddie is worried about being fired. If you're doing your job, why worry about being fired? Eddie, is just a dumb punk stupid ass kid. Both of them are punks really. They talk shit about the owner and the managers, but when management approaches them, they know that they are placing fear in their hearts, they have no respect for them. So I look at the 2 of them as spinless fucking worms, no backbone at all.
I'm off the weekends so when I come back on Monday, I won;t say shit to neither of them, but I will work with 'em thugh.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Wednesday, August 17th....
Tomorrow, will be the 18th of August and back in 1977, I gradutaed from Basic Training at Ft Sill Oklahoma. Why I remember this date so well is...it was the day after Elvis Prestly died. At the airport I had picked up a Times magazine, and his picture was on the front cover. Over the years, I mentioned to people this fact, and most say the same thing...DAMN, you're old.
Having a job is a good thing, and for the last 3 to 4 months, I have been having a hard time keeping a job. I mean it takes me about 3 weeks to find a job, but I always get one. Like this one I'm presently doing. I work in the Food Service Industry, I'm a cook...well really, I can do anything that's in a restaurant, in a kitchen, or even behind the counter. Thats includes manning the cash register, but I don't like handling money and THEN working with food, that shits nasty. But not at this job, I'm strictly behind the counter making sandwiches. I enjoy doing what I do, but I have major complaints and its not with customers...its coworkers.
Why is it that every time when I start a new job, people of Latin decent, and I don't mean Pueto Ricans, they ask me where I'm from. I know what the deal is though. Most employers only hire people who are in this country illegally, so when they see me, the think one or two things. I'm from Africa, or I'm from a Latin Country. This shit also drives me bonkers. There are some other things that are going on at work too.
The guy who is training me, he's a nice guy and all, but he is VERY stressed out from this job, or the job that he has to do. He tells me that I will see, that they are going to try and work me like a Mexican. I don't mind the hustle and bustle of the job, it makes the time go by very quickly, next thing I know, its time to clock out. But this guy, he is afraid that after Tuesday, he will not be working there any more, because I'm his replacement. I tried talking with him, tell him that the only thing that he has control over is his actions, and stop letting people control his actions. But he won't take my advice, so I wash my hands of it.
Having a job is a good thing, and for the last 3 to 4 months, I have been having a hard time keeping a job. I mean it takes me about 3 weeks to find a job, but I always get one. Like this one I'm presently doing. I work in the Food Service Industry, I'm a cook...well really, I can do anything that's in a restaurant, in a kitchen, or even behind the counter. Thats includes manning the cash register, but I don't like handling money and THEN working with food, that shits nasty. But not at this job, I'm strictly behind the counter making sandwiches. I enjoy doing what I do, but I have major complaints and its not with customers...its coworkers.
Why is it that every time when I start a new job, people of Latin decent, and I don't mean Pueto Ricans, they ask me where I'm from. I know what the deal is though. Most employers only hire people who are in this country illegally, so when they see me, the think one or two things. I'm from Africa, or I'm from a Latin Country. This shit also drives me bonkers. There are some other things that are going on at work too.
The guy who is training me, he's a nice guy and all, but he is VERY stressed out from this job, or the job that he has to do. He tells me that I will see, that they are going to try and work me like a Mexican. I don't mind the hustle and bustle of the job, it makes the time go by very quickly, next thing I know, its time to clock out. But this guy, he is afraid that after Tuesday, he will not be working there any more, because I'm his replacement. I tried talking with him, tell him that the only thing that he has control over is his actions, and stop letting people control his actions. But he won't take my advice, so I wash my hands of it.
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