My general scheduling is pretty absurd. Sometimes I get 3 hours a day, sometimes 5, sometimes 10. But unfortunately I only get 32.5 hours total. It feels like I work 6 days a week though... maybe that's because I do... but I only get paid for 32.5 hours of work, which is slightly discouraging. And my hours are placed at random times, totally at the mercy of the Troll.
A co-worker, who is a Colonel in the army (from henceforth he shall be known as Colonel), said that Istanbul is an interesting place to visit. He does a lot of traveling and he seems like an interesting guy. Finally, I found someone other than apathetic and retarded teenagers, bitchy Hobgoblins, and depressed Trolls to talk to. Talking to him reminds me of why I'm working here in the first place, i.e. so I can get off my ass and do something.
Colonel is a fairly young guy (mid to late-20s), and is already an officer in the army, but for some reason, he won't be deployed until two months later, even though he was supposed to be deployed last Wednesday. He has a lot of qualifications, as well, he used to work as a by-law officer, i.e. the guy that gives parking tickets. He made a lot of money doing that and he could've found a far better job than literally flipping burgers at night at Harvey's and working at Rexall (a Canadian pharmacy chain) during the day. But, since he is going to get deployed on short notice, and because he used to work with the Boss and enjoyed working with him, he decided to work here instead to support himself before he gets shipped off. Anyways, an interesting person to work with and definitely an ally. He seems to be above the petty squabble that goes on, especially with the teenagers and trolls and hobgoblins. Unfortunately, he only works during some nights, and most of my shifts are daytime shifts, so I don't really see him that often, unfortunately.
So the duty I've been assigned to the most, by far, is garnishing. Basically, I take customer's receipt to a garnishing station, look at the thing, and go to the rack where Troll puts the burgers that she finished grilling, come back, and put whatever crap customer wants on it. The things that customers can get are sliced pickles, diced onions, shredded lettuce, sliced tomatoes, sliced hot peppers, and relish (the sliced pickles and tomatoes are sliced by the prepper, which was what I did last week for three of my shifts). They can also get me to squirt some ketchup, mustard, mayo, hot sauce, and "mesquite sauce", which is, from what I can tell, the mayo and the hot sauce mixed together. I have a fun new name for mesquite sauce: my-skeet sauce.
Not a day passes by without the fucking Troll blowing her fuse at me about some random bullshit. I've had three different guys secretly confide in me that they find her short-tempered and constantly angry and whom are convinced that Troll has a target on their back. Funny, I thought I was getting it bad. We compared stories on who she hated the most. No one was convinced that the Troll hated the other guy more than them.
There's not really much happening at the moment. Two weeks done, five and a half months to go.
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