Washing dishes at a restaurant was my jam. Cranking music, making the other staff happy since I could clear that place like nobody else. all the dishes were the same and fit in the machine that was made for them, so I could focus on making the most efficient system to get everything done fast. I was wet and standing on slippery concrete all day, but it’s rewarding being the best at something.
But it payed 7.00, and the managers treated me like shit. Only job I ever walked out of when the owner started scolding me for washing a bin that was brought to me that still had too many frozen peas in it in her opinion. Final straw after constantly being short staffed, changing shifts last minute, firing good managers to give their shitty kids the positions, and forcing everyone to fill in other jobs without training.
Fuck you, pie company. I could have been happy.
Yep. I opened one of their locations and lost 2 years of my life to their shitty owners. Loved my coworkers though.
Honestly I love the idea of just living life hanging out and being helpful at my own pace. Fixing things, growing things. Helping people without the stress of quotas or productivity over my head.
Being useful vs being productive, the struggle of capitalism.
I don’t love love plumbing but I’ll do it 30 hrs a week if it needs doing and I dont have to worry about my basic needs not getting met (especially when I get too old or injured to keep plumbing)
most shitty jobs aren’t that shitty if you take away the profit motive and treat people with a little dignity.
i like cooking people food but jesus fucking christ is it a lot of fucking work
I think if you weren’t in a cramped kitchen built to make the most out of space while avoiding safety regulations, the work would be easier. And then throw in the lack of shitty managers, bad pay, and bad schedules, and it seems more doable.
But yes, it’s still a lot of work.
It would be a lot easier if
- I always knew exactly how much food to make. Which is a solvable problem, it’s 2024, it’s a fucking school, have these fucking kids sign into an app and hit a button telling us if they’re eating in the dining hall and if so, what they think they want. If even a fraction of the students used it (and I mean, ideally force them to use it lol) it would still be better than just basically fucking guessing based on “well there were like 200 people for lunch, and they really like flank steak, so I guess let’s make… 70Ib of it??” but then woops 250 show up because fuck you, you needed 100Ib of it
and
- if I didn’t have to fucking clean up. After 6-7 hours of chopping shit and cooking I am really fucking tired, my legs hurt, my back hurts, and I cannot stress enough how much I don’t want to have to wipe down the tables, clean whatever equipment (flattop grill, fryer, steam kettles, tilt-stirrer, etc) I had to use, and sweep AND mop the fucking floors. I’m fucking tired, fuck. Especially fuck this shit when the other cooks basically don’t clean up or clean up shittily
