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Oh man guys tonight was awful.
Normally I get through working with no problem but tonight reminded me why I usually don't do Friday Night Shifts.
So I got into work, I was scheduled to work at three.
At this point I had had only four and a half hours of sleep, so I drank some Monster and had another one to get me through this shift.
The manager told me to wait to clock in.
This might not seem like much but I hate going all the way to work only to sit and wait thirty minutes doing nothing and not getting paid for it.
So this was a miniscule problem I didn't care too much.
When I finally clocked I got started on the prep that the manager was not able to finish.
Not many orders were coming in at that time, so it was relatively easy.
So then the secondary cook arrived about two hours later.
He's a cool guy most the time, but he's new so he's a bit slow still.
Almost like it was on cue when he clocked in shit hit the fan.
We're getting tons of orders popping up, simultanous calls.
That's not all as if by some asshole joke an auditor came into the store.
We're busy and since the other guy and I haven't been trained on calls yet the only other person there who can take calls is the manager I have to go to her station. (cut table)
I'm relatively new to cut table and have had minimal training on it.
I can still do it when it's slow, but when I have people watching me i get nervous and do stupid stuff.
The auditor had hawk eyes on me like a heroin addict when they spot a syringe.
So I'm nervous as balls but I did fine.
So after the first rush I was put on make table, I'm slowing down since I'm getting drowsy from lack of sleep.
That's not good since friday is the busiest day of the week for us.
I quickly gulped down some Monster in hopes it will revitalize me.
I'm feeling sick from too much sugar because my dumb ass didn't eat anything before my shift.
Go back to work, about two small rushes hit.
Right as the closing cook clocks in, the customers rammed there pulsating cocks in our asses with a bombardment of orders.
The closing cook is sometimes a dick and a superb minimalist.
Holy shit, we fall behind.
Not only that but we start running out of ready dough because someone didn't fucking prep last night.
Low and behold it was the closing cook.
So I'm trying to get shit done and the other cooks are fucking around.
Closing guy making fun of the way I talk, and other stupid shit.
I'm trying to keep up myself but we're getting overloaded.
Closing guy laughing at the fact that I take my job somewhat serously.
Then the manager walks over and bitches all of us out for not working fast enough.
Well I'm fucking trying I can't fucking help it because I say italian sausage weird somehow.
This is when I go into shut up and work.
about half an hour later the rush ends...
So damn tired and livid, I have an angry expression plastered to my face.
Finally after twenty minutes of busywork the manager says I can go home.
I immediatly clock out and walk straight through the door.
I was fucking done.
I'm into some pretty fucked up fetishes guy, like this.
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