William Drew

Worked to the bone

Is it a bad thing to be at work for so long, that you're so ungodly tired that all you hear in your head is the Looney Tunes theme?

Yeah, I'm one tired guy right now.  Our geniuses at our corporate office decided to roll out a new menu.  I don't mind that we got a new menu, we needed one, and what we have now is a HUGE improvement.  However, when you don't know that you're getting a new menu on Thursday, and all of a sudden you get emails on Friday saying, hey, you're starting a new menu on Monday, have a great weekend!  You kind of get the feeling that it's not going to be anywhere near being great.  So, new menu, new food items, old food items not being served any more.  We receive our products on deliveries that we get on Friday and Tuesday.  So we received all of the old food on Friday.  Food that we will no longer be serving after Sunday, se we then had to run around town trying to find the new food so we could sell the new stuff on Monday, since we won't get another delivery until Tuesday.   Oh yeah, we also had to find time to paint the walls behind where our menu's hang a new color (which doesn't exist, it's a great thing when you're given an exact paint color AND it's number, and not only does nobody carry that color, but it doesn't even exist on the paint company's web site), find new equipment to make the new food in, take down old menus and put up new menus all over a weekend.  So, I worked from 7 AM - 8 PM on Friday.  And that was my short day of the weekend.  I put in 14 hours on Saturday (in which I got to shovel snow twice at work, and then once more when I got home, oh yeah, and also run an employee to the hospital as he used a knife on his finger instead of the chicken breast he was preparing).  On Sunday, I was ther from noon until 3 AM Monday morning (not only did I have to finish painting walls and hanging menu's, but we also count inventory every Sunday), then I was back again at 9 AM on Monday, and I just got home at 11 PM after having our Monday dinner being twice a busy as a normal Monday dinner.  I've got the next two days off, and I've got some Z's to catch up on.  I think I might not set one foot out of bed the whole time.   

Wait, yeah I will.  I've got tickets to the Aerosmith/Lenny Kravitz concert Tuesday night!  Whoot! 

I obviously didn't make it to the gym over the weekend.  I'm planning on hitting the gym on Tuesday, but I'm going to write that in pencil.  Falling asleep at the gym might not be a good idea.  I also didn't eat very well over that hectic weekend.  Well, most of my meals were clean, but, my new manager baked some holiday cookies.  And she made some dang good cookies.  And even though my meals were clean, I only had 3-4  a day and with running around like I was, I'd rush by the cookie jar, grab a couple of cookies, get pissed at myself for giving in, then grab a couple more the next time I ran past.  Dang it! 

Well, my pillow is screaming for some company.  I'm gonna go grab some shut eye.

You're Fired! Wait, come back!

I had a wild and crazy day at work on Thursday.  Let's first stop and consider that Thursday was my day off, and I'm starting this entry by saying how crazy my day at work was.  Earlier in the week, I had found some information that one of my managers modified my other managers deposit information.  Why he modified it, I don't know.  He didn't take any cash, he just modified the deposit.  That is a fire-able offense.  He did this right before going to Las Vegas for a week.  Then on Wednesday our corporate office emailed myself and my district manager that one of our deposits was $500 short.  It happened to be the deposit that this same manager made on his first day back from Vegas.  He had lost a ton of money in Vegas.  So it didn't take much to figure out where that $500 went.  There was also two other deposits that were missing money, and the odd thing was those were both from my shifts.  So I had my boss come in to look at all of the information, and the only day she could make it was on Thursday, my day off.  After showing her the information, she was ready to fire him.  She brought him into the office and let him know what we had found, and he flat out denied taking any money.  He argued that my deposits were missing money too, and he kept stating that he is not a thief.  Well, my boss ended up taking his keys, and told him to go home while we researched what actually happened with these deposits.  After a couple of hours of making phone calls, sending emails, researching all of our data we couldn't find anything as to why we would be missing any money.  While we were waiting for return calls, my boss and I spent part of our time going over the management plan to see how we were going to cover his shifts.  We made a few calls, moved managers around from different restaurants and got every thing covered.  Well, three hours later we finally hear back from our corporate people.  They sent the missing money email to the wrong restaurant.  All of our deposits were good, none of our cash was missing.  ARE YOU FRICKING KIDDING ME?!?!?  I just spent six hours in my restaurant on my day off going through piles and piles of old data, sent one of my managers home with the idea that he was fired, and all because corporate had sent an email to the wrong restaurant.  So phone calls were re-made, managers were moved back to their original places, and we called our almost fired manager to let him know that he still had a job. 

Now that you know how wonderful and fun my days off are, just imagine all of the crap I go through when I'm actually supposed to be there.