@DEERBLOOD @Will2Power @Momther I got Mondays and Tuesdays off rn. Only 2 more weeks at the bbq place.

Then I'll be starting a 7-5 at a logistics office downtown. I'm gonna be totally raped by the hours and commute. I let my desperation to escape the kitchen get the better of me and took a rather mid offer. Best case scenario I get brainwashed into an actual workaholic and the grind becomes tolerable. They apparently have beers there too, which I only read as a red flag that the job is brutal. I don't even know anything about logistics lmao

But at least I'll be working with mostly white guys among other things. Standing for 9 hours straight in a hot kitchen with beaners who barely speak English and leaving looking/smelling all greasy sucks. But I know I'll find reasons to miss it. I always do.
@Will2Power @DEERBLOOD @Momther the guy who interviewed/hired me was a mid-to-late 30s bald guy and it briefly crossed my mind that that was him. next time i see him i'm gonna ask him if he knows anything about a meatman and gauge his reaction
@suquili @Will2Power @Momther "Get out of my office. NOW!! oh leave the pbr and curds though thanks"
@suquili @DEERBLOOD @Will2Power @Momther Good luck, buddy. I eventually gave up working a kitchen on the weekends, and I still miss it for some inexplicable reason. Even the days where I had to filter the fryers (most of my shifts) and I left the place with a tangible layer of grease mixed into my sweat. There's something to desperately grappling with amerifat orders while working with functional retards. An itch that regular society cannot scratch.
@Escoffier @Eleutheria2 @DEERBLOOD @Will2Power @Momther It really is, and there's a thrill to it

What I dislike is that in the grand scheme it feels like I'm not going anywhere or developing any transferrable skills. Like I'm at the lowest rung of the economy performing the smallest possible unit of labor which is making food that people will eat in 30 minutes then go on with their day. You're inevitably going to be an afterthought, despite the platitudes about "thanking your chef". Just how it is.
@AsukaNeko @Escoffier @Eleutheria2 @DEERBLOOD @Will2Power @Momther I like being behind the scenes not dealing with customers but i‘m 50/50 on the work itself. Sometimes it’s okay but a lot of the times i’m pissed off at the tasks. For example when I’m on fries duty I’m just making fries all night. You gotta literally put the fries in the bag (lol) and set them aside in this bin til a server asks for them. But the bags don’t like sitting upright and fall over super often, which means I gotta prop em back up and stuff the fries back in. And you gotta be sure the fries are packed tight in the bag and overflowing because that’s branding right there. Everyone got on my ass about it when I was learning. It’s just aggravating. You’d think there’s a better way to do this. At least set up some kind of rack where it’s sloped back and the fries don’t fall over inconveniently, y’know?

That’s just one example of the shit that drives me nuts. Really tests my patience. Before this I spent multiple years as a food runner/busser interacting with customers, and I was struck by how little of those rage inducing physical tasks there were. I still fucking despised the customers and found other reasons to hate it though.

In the end I hope that I can find some middle ground at this new job. No customers to deal with really, and no physical tasks that can only be done in one way. Just sitting at a computer monitoring shipments mainly. There’s gonna be something that I’ll hate though.
@Eleutheria2 @DEERBLOOD @Will2Power @Momther Spot on. I fucking hate cleaning out fryers. In fact I hate ALL the "maintenance" tasks at restaurants lol. Especially when it involves disassembling stuff and cleaning each part. Idk what it is, it's just so tedious.

There's a lot of things I'm fond of when it's the right kitchen. Back in summer 2020 I returned to the pizza place I worked during high school. I wasn't a manager but I felt like one sometimes because I was tardwrangling the new teenagers often. And taking home free food is the best "benefit" ever when you're young and live as a dependent. I love the feeling of finishing a hectic Friday/Saturday shift and waking up with that light soreness all over. And water tastes fucking incredible after a brutal 2hr rush.

What I hate about it is you never get weekends off, you're primarily working in the evenings (2nd shift is absolute trash imo), and obviously you get dirty. Pay and benefits are pretty lame too. When you're a kid it's far more tolerable. But as a proper adult I feel so behind my peers. Feels a bit shameful. Furthermore, it's impractical for adult life. No money and no evenings/weekends means no social or dating life. In the last 3-4 years I've given up on those, dating particularly, because it just isn't feasible. I'm hoping I can get back into that when I settle into the new job.
I go back to wageslaving next week.
Pray for me, nigga
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