I just probably lost my part time temporary job at a local ice cream joint. It was my fault–a series of bombed interviews at other places made me distracted and led to multiple mistakes at work. Mostly with the cash machine because it’s pretty easy to get shakes and “blizzards” mixed up at this particular shop. But blizzards are super-expensive. Customers get mega-pissed if you get a blizzard mixed up with a shake (although they never complain when they order a blizzard and accidentally get charged for a shake. Hmmmm.)
Overall, it’s been nothing costly. Even with the cash machine crap, I’ve always caught it. There’s just enough screw ups on my end to lead to something serious. Insomnia hasn’t helped, either. I find myself walking around in a disorganized, disoriented state to the point where I worry about my cognitive function.
My manager said that we could “discuss” more hours next week. My folks say this is a nice way of telling me that I’m fired. I concur.
So it goes.
Of course, I’m also a little pissed, because I feel like I got something of the short end of the proverbial stick. (At the end of the day I’m responsible for my actions, but a million things converged at once and I wasn’t able to get them under control fast enough. Stupid, stupid!) I have had a grand total of two consecutive shifts. Bad weather has really interfered with my ability to work consecutive shifts. What happens when you learn new stuff, then don’t use it right away? You forget it. That’s right! And when you don’t remember things, you screw up.
Especially with that cash machine. It’s one of the old timey ones and it just kicks my ass.
On average, there’s 2 – 5 days between shifts, and I’ve been at it for a little more than a month. There are a total of three dozen different menu items to know how to make, plus some custom things that trip me up. For example, during my last shift, I had a stupid fucking customer say “cherry root beer float” over and over again. She’d been waffling, so I asked her again, “did you just want a cherry root beer or a float?”
“No, I want a float.”
“Okay, one cherry root beer float. Your total is x.xx.”
And after I deliver the float: “Hey, I didn’t want any ice cream!”
It doesn’t make any sense. She didn’t even want a refund (floats are obviously more expensive than straight soda). She just took the float and left.
I’m convinced that some of this is just bad luck. Like with the following example:
A particularly brilliant example of the human species walks up to the window: “I want a small ice cream.” At this point, she’s motioning to the junior size on the menu.
So I reach out the order window and specifically point to both the small and junior cones. “Do you want the junior?” I point to the junior. “Or the small?” I point to the small. “The junior is cheaper.”
“No, give me a small.”
So I ring her up and she magically realizes she doesn’t have the money. My manager is standing right behind me holding this cone while this lady tells me she doesn’t have enough money and wanted a junior. You can’t make this shit up. People are really this fucking stupid. I looked like a douchebag.
Or how about this genius. We sell burgers at this ice cream shop. You can get them alone or with a combo. The combo is obviously more expensive but you get fries and a drink. So I ask this dimwit what he’d like and he tells me he’d like the ABC Burger.
I say, “did you just want the burger, or did you want the combo with a drink and fries?
“Just the burger.”
We get this moron’s burger cooked and out to him. He looks in the bag and says, “where’s my fries and drink?”
And I say, “you ordered just the sandwich.”
“No, I wanted the combo.”
At this point he storms off and I look like an absolute tool to my manager and coworkers.
My managers have also been getting on my case about being more proactive about getting tickets for food orders to the back. So when I saw one of my managers taking a big food order, I took the ticket, placed it where it’s supposed to be, then started putting some food down and my other manager came in and said, “what are you doing?”
“I thought I was helping.”
Yeah, turns out I wasn’t.
Maybe what broke the straw on the camel’s back was during a rush when I nearly–key term nearly–obliterated our raspberry dip sauce. Basically you put ice cream in a cone, then turn it upside down and dip it quickly. The dip is a wax-based one that hardens within seconds. Regular cones are easy enough, but we also have this weird waffle cone thing that’s not so straightforward. The ice cream will often fall out. If it gets in the dip, it’s game over. A new can of dip has to be reheated–which takes up to an hour–and again, this was a rush.
I was trying to make a medium raspberry dip waffle cone when the ice cream fell out of the cone and almost into the vat! I caught it, let my managers know, and felt pretty awesome that I’d diverted a rush-time disaster. They’d warned me about it before, said it was no big deal, but I guess with all the other stuff I’d been doing plus the fact it was busy just made it all the worse. I’m sure there was a reverse halo effect going on, too: once you start thinking someone is shitty, everything they do will be wrong.
Now I have no income and at the same time need to visit two doctors. My vision seems to be doing weird things and I have other health problems. I’m also depressed because I’m twenty-four, have a computer science degree, and can’t even hold down a job slinging ice cream.
I’m taking this as a life lesson on the importance of learning how to control your life, even when a million things are happening at once. I just want to rail against everything, but I guess I can look at it from a bhakta’s perspective. I had the job for awhile and now I don’t. The god will provide again just as He did before, and what I need to do is figure out how to be a better employee. After all, the god can only do so much with what He currently has.
So it goes.