Either get me the fuck out of that store and not in any other Lansing store or get me out of Chipolte.
I am not a fucking babysitter. I do not like working with Spartans.
I do not like working with spazs. Moving quickly is one thing, talking 100 miles an hour is another. Might want to start drug testing.
Why do they think that they can just have that fucking speaker on all fucking day today when they have been specifically told by the area manager and his boss that it isn't even supposed to be in the store.
Their parents need a swift kick in the head for raising such little turds.
That store is too fucking small for the amount of business that it does.
Fuck going home the day before thinking you were ahead of the game only to find out that they used up everything that you had for some fundraiser that you knew nothing about and got to start your day behind.
Then after everything is caught back up, because it is Spring Break for the little monster Spartans, you have to go to the line because of some bullshit audit. I could have been done with the prep and did some things off the master cleaning list.
Then they tell you that someone is coming in to take your place on the line so you can go back to work only to have them put that person in a different area and take the grill person substitute off the grill and put them on the line. You get back from the cooler rounding up stuff to do and now you are the grill person. Even though the person scheduled for the grill is there and working on the line??
Spartan asshole that just transferred in.
I am not there to talk to anyone unless it pertains to the job. I may engage in minimal small talk, but I don't really want to if there is work to be done.
All you work is supposed to be fun and we want you to have fun at work assholes need to die. That is just horseshit pyschobabble so you don't have to pay anything.
Less people talking, more working and higher wages.
I went home 45 minutes early today to get away from them. I fucking hate that bullshit place.
Should have known better than to work for a Michigan shorthair (female), especially one with tattoos.
There isn't much worse in the human race than the Michigan bi-sexuals.