Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Give Us Strength

Things haven’t gotten better since my last blog though they haven’t gotten worse.  I mean, when the owner isn’t working things are fine but it’s when he works!!!  He makes me so mad and frustrated my blood boils.  I can’t stand the way he talks to me, I just want to yell and scream at him and put him in his place.  He talks to me like I am a fucking idiot, like I don’t know what I am doing and that I am incompetent of my job and living life itself, and when he is not doing that he doesn’t talk to me at all, he barley even acknowledges I exsist unless I am not doing something to his satisfaction- which seems to be all the time, correct me in proper English –which I can say his is bad or to degrade me in front of guests.  For example today I was mopping the floor and a guest asked me about the Leukaemia function we had a couple Saturdays ago.  I stopped mopping to tell him about the event when I hear from behind me “ya and you should be on the committee, standing there talking and doing nothing”  and he wasn’t joking.  “ A few hours later we had two women come in and order lunch but they put in 4 separate orders.  I brought all the orders into the kitchen at the same time because they were all going to the same table.  Not only did I get a lecture about bringing in the orders separately he then said “but you wouldn’t understand unless you work in the kitchen”  “thanks but I’ve worked in kitchens” “ya, right.”
Later on in the afternoon he said “ok Sparrow is back” –one of our chefs-and he just walked out of the kitchen.  The chef hadn’t even arrived yet and Dan and Jayson were left with no chef for 15 minutes and they had orders up.
He will sit with guests and talk and if you tell him there is an order up he looks at you with hatred and then with a condescending tone “yup” and continues to talk to the guests like we have inconvenienced him with the food orders.  Yet if it was us that pulled that he would yell at us.
Honestly I am starting to lose it. We work crazy hours and work our asses off and we just get yelled at.  A good day is when he has paid us any notice.    I really want to give him a piece of my mind but both Dan and I can’t afford to lose this job.  It makes me feel sick to my stomach that I am putting up with this, that I am actually letting someone talk to me this way and treat me like this…like a dog, because that`s basically how we are treated.  I promised myself I wouldn`t allow myself to be treated like this and accept it but we don`t have options right now.  I know Dan and I are better  than him, it kills us to bite our tongues and take it…I am just praying for us to have the strength survive the next 7 weeks!

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