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Sometimes I wonder why a person would take a part time job.
Most would go for the money, which in my case is quite true.
But then, you complain of not getting paid enough.
Why? Mm, let's evaluate your situation.
1. You only work on weekends, with a total of about 16 hours a week.
2. You keep on sabo-ing shifts aka not coming for work when you're supposed to come, thus not being accounted for the hours you're supposed to work.
3. You slack around, complaining about the post you're assigned to.
4. You take the excuse of getting burned as a way to slack off.
5. You have major boyfriend issues.
Furthurmore, you keep your handphone on, with a LOUD and IRRITATING ringtone, which rings when you're serving a customer. And you don't LOVE your work.
In other words, you don't know how to differentiate work with private life.
I took a peek at her payslip (oops, evil me. >D) and saw that for half a month she only got $40+ net pay, whereas for me, I got $400+ net pay.
Saa. I get burned by spurting cheese, I get frostbitten from trying to find the damn ice scoops, my legs cramp up after I squat and stand too much, I'm abusing my arms and wrists because I keep hauling heavy stuff here and there, not to mention the random insanity that comes from eating the colonel's chicken for 6 days every week.
On top of that, I had to drag myself to work every morning at 9, while you get to sleep in late because your classes start late.
I'm abusing my body, yet I still am going strong. Why?
I know what is work and what is my private life.
Sure, I might go about whining, "wo yau hui jia~~~" and "wo yau makan~~", and basically get on everyone's nerves at times, but I don't let my private life affect my work spirit.
You think you had it tough? Try not eating breakfast (not even a bite of chicken or a hot milo drink), forced to take an order at 10 am sharp, trying to keep the place tidy while serving customers, then getting a queue as far as the door, all the way until 2 pm. And even have a customer (old man bleh) bitch about you being slow and having to wait in the queue for another 20 minutes when in fact he had ordered about 20 minutes ago and wants to ya-ya cut the queue to order more chicken fo his "hungry children".
PLEASE LAH OLD MAN. Other people have been queuing up for more than 30 minutes and THEY aren't complaining. AND BE MORE CONSIDERATE. There is only one of me, versus the hundreds of you customers. I'm not some octopus-robot thingy that can take so many freaking orders without having to recharge. I nearly broke down during my last order, since my stomach was already starting to eat itself up.
I'm only human, and I always try my best to keep up the genki-ness.
I abuse my body daily. I haul 8 buckets full of ice every morning and around 4 buckets in the afternoon, carry around two cartons of chilli and tomato once they run out, run around behind the counter while taking orders, bend down and even squat to take out the TA bags and whatnot, refill the drink dispensers, top up everything that is low, even going as far as coming back late at night (once) to check on how they do closing, so I don't have to worry about it in the morning.
Not only that, because I'm a cashier (and head cashier at that), I have to make sure all the money in the posts are correct, and the sales money tallys with what is printed. I feel like the mommy cashier of the place, since I'm the only one who knows where everything is, and I have to teach the new kids how to do cashiering, and brief them on new promotions and whatnot.
I work myself like a dog, just so that I can get a decent pay.
Sometimes I feel like asking you, why did you take the job in the first place, if you know it's going to be this tough? Work is not like school; in school you can just slack off, study hard occasionally and get good grades. Work demands your all, especially when you work in a fast food chain.
The point of all this? Nothing. I just had to let it out after seeing her attitude at work. Even my boys (that is, the cashiers that I trained) aren't that fucked up as you.
[EDIT]
...I need more almond crunch pocky and grape fanta. Mm fanta.
Most would go for the money, which in my case is quite true.
But then, you complain of not getting paid enough.
Why? Mm, let's evaluate your situation.
1. You only work on weekends, with a total of about 16 hours a week.
2. You keep on sabo-ing shifts aka not coming for work when you're supposed to come, thus not being accounted for the hours you're supposed to work.
3. You slack around, complaining about the post you're assigned to.
4. You take the excuse of getting burned as a way to slack off.
5. You have major boyfriend issues.
Furthurmore, you keep your handphone on, with a LOUD and IRRITATING ringtone, which rings when you're serving a customer. And you don't LOVE your work.
In other words, you don't know how to differentiate work with private life.
I took a peek at her payslip (oops, evil me. >D) and saw that for half a month she only got $40+ net pay, whereas for me, I got $400+ net pay.
Saa. I get burned by spurting cheese, I get frostbitten from trying to find the damn ice scoops, my legs cramp up after I squat and stand too much, I'm abusing my arms and wrists because I keep hauling heavy stuff here and there, not to mention the random insanity that comes from eating the colonel's chicken for 6 days every week.
On top of that, I had to drag myself to work every morning at 9, while you get to sleep in late because your classes start late.
I'm abusing my body, yet I still am going strong. Why?
I know what is work and what is my private life.
Sure, I might go about whining, "wo yau hui jia~~~" and "wo yau makan~~", and basically get on everyone's nerves at times, but I don't let my private life affect my work spirit.
You think you had it tough? Try not eating breakfast (not even a bite of chicken or a hot milo drink), forced to take an order at 10 am sharp, trying to keep the place tidy while serving customers, then getting a queue as far as the door, all the way until 2 pm. And even have a customer (old man bleh) bitch about you being slow and having to wait in the queue for another 20 minutes when in fact he had ordered about 20 minutes ago and wants to ya-ya cut the queue to order more chicken fo his "hungry children".
PLEASE LAH OLD MAN. Other people have been queuing up for more than 30 minutes and THEY aren't complaining. AND BE MORE CONSIDERATE. There is only one of me, versus the hundreds of you customers. I'm not some octopus-robot thingy that can take so many freaking orders without having to recharge. I nearly broke down during my last order, since my stomach was already starting to eat itself up.
I'm only human, and I always try my best to keep up the genki-ness.
I abuse my body daily. I haul 8 buckets full of ice every morning and around 4 buckets in the afternoon, carry around two cartons of chilli and tomato once they run out, run around behind the counter while taking orders, bend down and even squat to take out the TA bags and whatnot, refill the drink dispensers, top up everything that is low, even going as far as coming back late at night (once) to check on how they do closing, so I don't have to worry about it in the morning.
Not only that, because I'm a cashier (and head cashier at that), I have to make sure all the money in the posts are correct, and the sales money tallys with what is printed. I feel like the mommy cashier of the place, since I'm the only one who knows where everything is, and I have to teach the new kids how to do cashiering, and brief them on new promotions and whatnot.
I work myself like a dog, just so that I can get a decent pay.
Sometimes I feel like asking you, why did you take the job in the first place, if you know it's going to be this tough? Work is not like school; in school you can just slack off, study hard occasionally and get good grades. Work demands your all, especially when you work in a fast food chain.
The point of all this? Nothing. I just had to let it out after seeing her attitude at work. Even my boys (that is, the cashiers that I trained) aren't that fucked up as you.
[EDIT]
...I need more almond crunch pocky and grape fanta. Mm fanta.
