“That’s why they make the big bucks” – My father tells me so

So, I’m hearing that fast food workers are trying to get paid a bit more, that it’ll make the work environment nicer, and they could actually afford to live, and keep their jobs. I mean, someone HAS to do those jobs. For at least the rest of MY life we’ll have fast food places, in which they’ll need plenty of workers to do A FUCK TON.

My first job was at Taco Bell, I was paid minimum wage of $8 an hour the whole 6 months or so I was there. My job was actually pretty simple, but I hated that they hated me and stuck me with dishes and the back window EVERY day I was scheduled. So I asked to switch to graveyard, they loved that, they’d never have to see me. I loved graveyard, no shitty managers to make me nervous and screw up my job, I could chat up with the customers that walked up to the window during the SLOW times, and we even got to listen to music during the shift, especially if it was time to kill through the dishes at like 3 or 4 am after the last “rush” of 10 cars or so. Haha. It was nice. We did all the heavy lifting, all the major cleaning, all the dishes, all the mopping, all the wiping down of every square inch of the place, each and every night. It was still better than dealing with managers that hate me, make fun of me, make me cry, or force me to do dishes and dishes, and more dishes. I hate dishes…. But at least at Taco Bell they had a slightly better system for doing the dishes, nothing was automatic, everything by hand, and the water was hot as balls. But it was done correctly, up to par, and I made sure everything remained spotless unlike my fellow coworkers that were lazy or rather, did things too quick. (I got in some trouble because I make sure its done right, meaning, I kinda took MY time)

I quit when they cut my hours down to 2 3 hour shifts a week. WHAT THE FUCK. I wasย  hired on the spot at Cjs so I was thankful I could quit so quickly. I wanted OUT of that bitch. They had switched me to day shift for those 3 hour shifts. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

I started with 25 hours a week, then it quickly escalated to 35 almost 40 every week. But… I was working 6 days a week to get those hours. They loved having me work. I became the fastest worker, and my boss showed me off, and asked everyone to get fast like us (Ana and I were the fastest, she got me the job :P)

So, I continued to work 6 days a week the entire time I worked there. Over worked, doing things that weren’t awesome. Were we up to code? No. We were a terribly gross store, tiny, crammed, and WAY overworked without any of the right equipment. Everything was pretty manual, and nothing was ever done right. And our boss yelled, shoved, pushed, and screamed at us. She was not the friendliest person, though she was your BEST friend off the clock. Asked me to stay and help occasionally, if I wanted to. And so, because I did, I started training to be shift lead. I was there 8 months. And after ONE month she told me I had great potential and could be training to be shift lead soon enough. And then they started teaching me shift lead things, and letting me run the front counter alone, never asking a second cashier to work with me, and the shift lead would often go and do whatever in the back office. I was alone, working the counter and drive thru. And that meant I did EVERYTHING. I can tell you, more than one time I took the order, washed my hands, made the food, bagged the food, took their money and handed out their food. I DID THE WHOLE THING. MORE THAN ONE TIME!

On minumum wage. Living with my boyfriend at the time. Supporting us both, and our kittens, at our own apartment. ON MINIMUM WAGE. $8 an hour, working 6 days a week, doing WAY too much, and training to be something they NEVER gave to me, they promised me a $2 raise when I became shift lead. And she claimed to have purchased my shift lead book (the last step to becoming shift lead) and then the next week told me she canceled it because she thought I wasn’t ready. She claimed that she was about to make me shift lead 3 times before I finally just quit. I had learned everything, I could count and enter a drawer, count the safe, do inventory, could cook EVERYTHING, and I could manage a shift, tell people what to do, and I was great with all of my customers and the only complaint made on my name was not something I did, it was a coworker that looked like me, while I was in the back cooking or making those fucking cookies we all love. I could do it all, but I couldn’t handle what they needed me to be able to do, I could do it all by myself, or I could do it with help the whole time, I couldn’t handle people helping me, then leaving, I was deaf in one ear, when they’d tell me they were leaving, I wouldn’t be able to tune out a customer to hear, I was fucking deaf. Which being as I was this awesome at my job, I should’ve gotten that raise, should’ve gotten to be shift lead. But I couldn’t handle when they’d switch it up. So, shit would get ugly, and it would be my fault all of a sudden because my brain can’t do more than one thing at a time unless it knows its already doing it without any help. So, when it came time I was on the fry station, and chicken tenders were demanded FAR too often, and they take fucking forever, I couldn’t do it all, and they got backed up because I couldn’t handle everyone screaming at me all at once including customers yelling at the cashier on headset explaining their order, we had to wear them to hear when tenders or something that took too long was ordered. But, I still couldn’t do it with one ear being fully deaf. I’ve had a doc explain to me since getting it fixed, she felt terrible, she understood that when there is more than one person speaking to me, I can only focus on ONE person at a time, but that potentially absolutely nothing could make sense to me and I could just be uber frazzled and hear a lot going on and not have the slightest clue whats happening or how to approach not having a clue whats being said. So, when I heard Pam, Nalini, another cook, a cashier, and a customer going off in my bad ear on the head set, I lost it, threw my hands up and asked for a break, and then resigned that night. I couldn’t do it, and they were saying I wasn’t gonna get my vacation time anyways to help my best friend move 2 states away, 2 weeks afterwords I’d asked for a few days in LA with my family. Equaling to 10 days off in the month of June. Unacceptable to have 10 unpaid work days off…. Fuck you, I quit.

I’m sorry that sometimes, and sadly often they screw up your meal, you are not our only customers and we have screaming yelling and a thousand things going on behind us to screw up your order, or the make of your food because the cooks are too stressed with others screaming at them.

Its fucking hectic working for fast food. Its bullshit we use that phrase “Thats why they make the big bucks, because they screw up our orders left and right”

The people in fast food jobs, where there is no time limit, your order is accurate every time, and the workers are happier with their lives, and probably getting paid more. Chipotle starts off with a higher wage, and they do less, have benefits, and have the happiest customers.

In N out starts with a higher wage, with benefits, they’re happier, and there times are slower. The demand of fast food, the more money you spend at the fast food, creating a higher demand of quick service. I hate that you need your food in a heartbeat, can’t you wait like 5 minutes? Then your food would be right, and possibly fresh. If we didn’t have a time limit your shit would be fresh and everyone would get served in order. But, we hold a higher importance with drive thru for those fucking fast times that mean what? You do make more money, but you get more complaints, and less accuracy, and no time to clean up your area so shit doesn’t get gross. Its fucking ridiculous working in fast food. You get paid close to nothing, with no benefits, and jobs are slim pickings, don’t tell me to go get myself in CRAZY debt so I can maybe find a job that pays slightly better so I can pay off my debt for the rest of my life.

Today we are simply fucked. I hear fast food workers are trying to raise the minimum wage or at least what they make in fast food industries. I doubt it’ll happen, we refuse to pay the hardest workers better pay. We need to cut those not capable of giving there all, and pay those that are willing to a bit more.

I am now working at a state building, I am on the clock right now. I work a mandatory 40 hours a week at my 8:30 to 5:30 job. I do absolutely nothing on many days, and other days our shit is crazy overloaded and I’m unqualified to help. I am not qualified for my job, and I suspect I could never get a job like this one unless I had many more years of experience. I love my simple job. And I love all of the perks that come with, but guess what. I still am in middle class wage. There are still people above me getting paid way more to sit on their ass and have their assistants and interns do all the heavy lifting. All the research and creating of the proposals they’ll have to read through and make to their bosses. The more money you make, the less you do in some corporations. I understand some work really hard, and make what they should be making, and are sometimes in debt themselves for whatever reason, meaning even they struggle. But they make more so it’s easier on them. I’m grateful I don’t have debt. Or I’d be absolutely screwed.

Nurses make less than doctors, yet they do mostly… everything? I see my doctor and she tells me to bugger off (stole that from my new favorite British you tube vlogger: Emily Hart,) but the nurses ask me all the questions, do all the actual stuff, running around to get everything for them, taking temps, weight, measurements, cleaning ears, checking stats, doing just about everything. Then I spend about 5 minutes with a doctor. Same questions, nothing more, and then when I speak, she shuts me down and explains I’m not right, I don’t want that, I don’t need to do that, etc etc. I don’t like my main Doctor. I should really get a different one and hope for better. But, I doubt it. Kaiser doesn’t give a fuck about you. At least, mostly they don’t. In my generalized opinion. Feel free to believe differently, I just can’t.

ANYWAYS…. I’m always doing that. Always off topic. Always a rant. ๐Ÿ˜›

I hope they do it, I hope those that deserve to make more, can, and that maybe fast food will accept tips. I was NOT allowed to accept tips from Taco Bell customers, absolutely against the rules. They would fire anyone. And they have if you’re caught on camera. My boss and managers were dicks. They were waiting for me to do anything wrong. I never did, besides a terrible screw up during a rush. Oh dear god, check the cash, its frequently fake, assholes.

I got tips at CJ’s though, and often, weekly I got tips from someone, never regularly, never a lot, but when someone gave me a few dollars and asked I put it in my pocket, I obliged. ๐Ÿ™‚ I once got a $5 tip at Cjs.

And we didn’t have to pull the tips together to be fair to those that aren’t deserving of tips like at other places or restaurants or hotels. Those that keep a smile for customers yelling, complaining, bitching, and demanding, and for those running around doing the heavy lifting are deserving, those standing around, those giving attitude and screwing up, are not deserving of tips.

I WORKED AT BLIMPIES! Shit was worse than ever, I only worked a few hours a day, and up to 4 days a week, never 5. Under the table, paid in cash, he stopped taking taxes out when I asked for all the right paperwork.. It was kinda awful. I made what I actually earned, without taxes removed, awesome. But, I worked so little, never getting more than $200 for my 2 weeks of work, and no benefits, and I was still paying for the regional transit just to get to work. It was almost, not worth it. And they’re gross, like, I never want to eat there ever again in my life, gross. And they kept a fat tip jar at the counter, always getting great tips for my cute brace face smile, my silly hair colors in my pony tail, and my awesome personality to keep our customers smiling. I watched that bitch fill, and fill in front of me. But it was theres. It was only for the owners. I never got a penny of it. Except when they’d leave a tip on the table after I asked if they were done with their empty trays. I liked those customers, they seemed to know what was happening. ๐Ÿ™‚ They made my week.

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Fast food workers work too hard, under such harsh terms, and are still being accused of being the lesser half, we work too fucking hard to be treated this way, then come to hate our jobs. I love people, I love not having a time limit with my customers so they leave happy and want to return, we need to share love, not our greed. The corporations for fast food make WAY TOO MUCH MONEY TO CREATE A NEW FUCKING ITEM ON A MENU! Then have your very, VERY underpaid workers sell that smile to demand customers to buy it. I hate scripting, its bullshit, let me get what the customer wants, and understand their taste, and offer a choice they may actually want instead of forcing us to beg them to buy the newest burger, dessert, side or drink.

Yes, I’m ranting about fast food today. No, I don’t want to stop. But I will.

I hope this can open someones eyes, maybe not about my doctor or Kaiser. But I hope its raised the awareness of fast food workers. We do not deserve the abuse for such low wages. I wouldn’t be complaining about the harassment as much if they were at least paid what they deserve for sacrificing their soul or dignity. Don’t even get me started on Porn actresses… Shit. Thats a whole other level of abuse no one wants to talk about.

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Thirsty Thursday, I’m drinking Shock Top tonight after moving in with Aaron fully and officially after work. ๐Ÿ™‚

Lets try and turn this day around now. I’ve still got lots to look forward to, and I can be thankful I am not one of the millions still trapped in fast food industries.

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