Day 130 - Quit!

Yep... I've finally had enough. I quit today!

This Saturday started out like any other Saturday... I came in about 2 or 3 minutes late, went to the change room, and expected to hear Skipper's upbeat voice. Except I didn't.

Except I heard the rumbling of a Troll.

I got pissed off at this point. Really pissed off. I was exhausted from having to deal with this fucking cunt for the last 3 out of 5 days, and I was looking forward to Skipper's today badly. Instead, I get this stupid fucking shitface. This is going to be a long, fucking day, and this will require buddhist master like inner-peacefulness to get through.

Except I'm no buddhist master.

So my weekend started off like any other weekend for the past 130 days: push the tomato through the grinder. Except the tomatoes we're getting is fucked up and half of them are soft. So instead of getting tomato slices when you put the tomatoes through, you get tomato spaghetti. This makes making tomato bowls exceedingly difficult, and exceedingly frustrating. My patience was getting thin... FUCKING thin.

I eventually finished with those damn tomato bowls (damn... can't believe I have to do them again tomorrow). So after a break, I was on garnish (again). Fat Cunt (this nickname has officially replaced Troll) yelled at me to get a new bowl for my area... problem is that the bowls in my area were all full. So I said "they're full". All of a sudden she got pissed (no surprise) because someone actually pointed out that its impossible to do. She is the kind of person that gets pissed off for no reason at all, so she basically repeated what she said, except with her teeth gritted and clearly losing her temper, the exact same thing... not taking my question or the reality of the situation in consideration at all. Normally, I would do it, but today, my patience ran out, and I kinda want to fuck with her, to be honest, because I know that I can't be fired (a lot of people have been quitting lately because they got tired of putting up with Fat Cunt's bullshit, and that since we are already short-staffed every lunch time during weekdays, so I know my job is safe) . So I said "they're full" again. So she said, "what part do you not understand" in the previously aforementioned ridiculous tone. I said, again (mirroring her ridiculousness) "it's full". She basically lost her shit and screamed "GET A NEW BOWL OR GO HOME". Slightly jolted at this (but not surprised), I went off to get new bowls... only to see her fill the bowl up from full to... teeming full...

I was outraged by this attitude, and at this point, I had no doubt in my mind that today, I will be telling Boss that I'm quitting.

More to come in Part 2.

Day 124 - False Ending

So today would have been the day that I win Survivor: Minimum Wage... except that it's not. As previously stated in the blog, at this time, I have already accumulated enough funds to go on my trip... and stay in China. Since I intend to come back to Canada after this trip, and that I'd rather not rely on my family members (my extended family because I do not want to give them financial pressure for a short visit, and my immediate family because they are pricks and won't lend me any money), I need around 2 more paychecks. That means one more month of Survivor: Minimum Wage. So, instead of celebrating today and doing other stuff I want to do because I would've been done if my parents would just give me a loan, I have to work 4 more grueling weeks.

I really really wished that today was my last day, because on either tomorrow or the day after, the district manager for Cara will be visiting. When that guy comes, even the Troll gets scared. And like any brutal slave driving dictator that has his/her authority challenged, the Troll will get even more mentally unstable, paranoid, and angry. And that means I get to suffer.

What's making this worse is that Konvict got suspended for a week because he didn't come in one day or something. This means that the Troll is going to be around even more during my shifts, i.e. all four of my weekday shifts, and I'm fucking pissed about that. Troll and I are pretty much not on speaking terms anymore, because it's so completely clear that I fucking hate her that I don't even disguise it anymore, nor do I care to disguise it. The things that she do, like literally shoving me aside from behind, instead of talking to me like a normal person, or not giving me any instructions or answering my fucking questions or queries on what she wants me to do (because she doesn't talk to me) and then yell at me for not being a fucking mindreader and knowing what to do in the ambiguous of situations. Just by thinking about her as I was writing this sentence made me look up ways of scraping off some money from my budget so I don't have to work for four more weeks, but alas, I can't (without seriously degrading my experience).

I also think it's a little suspicious that the biggest beneficiary of this happens to be the Troll, who got 10 more hours than she was suppose to.

Anyways, for four more weeks, I am essentially working for that ticket from Beijing to Toronto. I have a feeling that next week will be challenging.

Survivor: Minimum Wage lives on!

Day 116 - Two Betrayals

Today, I've broken two promises that I made to myself. One is to quit next week, the other is to never use my money to buy food at Harvey's.

The reason I had to break the first promise, which is to quit next week, is because in my original cost estimate, I did not take into account the cost of the plane ticket from China to Canada (basically, the way home). The reason is because I originally thought that I have a nice family and that they would be so happy to see me that they would buy the ticket for me. It's been clear (for a while now) that my parents won't be give me shit (as in they won't be giving me anything good, not "giving me shit", i.e. pestering me and making my life crap, which they will give me). So my secondary plan is to have my those previously aforementioned family member, who are so grateful to see me, to give me money for a ticket home. However, that's kinda unreliable. The third option is to have my aunt borrow me the fund necessary once I get there to buy a ticket. That option still kinda stands open, but also somewhat unreliable (I may have to take up that option tho should I get fired before I make the money needed).

The reason that this is actually noteworthy is because the planet ticket from China to Canada is expensive. Ridiculously expensive. It costs between, if booked today, 7 months ahead of time, from $850 (Etihad Airways) to $1250 (Air Canada and American Airlines (of course)). The cost is almost equal to the rest of my plane tickets combined (and I have 6 other planet tickets total). Basically, what I'm looking at is 4 more weeks of work if I manage to get the cheapest flight. Redonkulous.

To be honest, I always kinda knew (even though I wish it wouldn't) that I had to pay for this flight too. It's just that previously, I didn't include this cost in my calculation so that I wouldn't be too damn depressed at having to work until mid-March. However, since mid-March is only 5 weeks away, and that if I actually didn't have to pay for this cost, tomorrow would have been the day that I tell Boss that I'm quitting, all this is slightly easier to swallow.

So it looks like Survivor: Minimum Wage got extended by 4 more gruelling weeks. Four more weeks of troll dodging. Four more weeks of slinging mud with Hobgoblin. Four more weeks of dealing with Stupid Lying Bitch. Four more weeks of dealing with the Boss's angst. The good news is that the Super Hippy got fired (which I'm sorry to not have witnessed, I heard it was hilarious).

This trip better be damn worth it.

The reason that I broke the second promise, which is that I would never spend a single dime of my hard earned money on Harvey's, is because I was hungry. Harvey's employee benefits is a joke. You have to spend $40 of your own money to buy the uniform, your only employee benefits are 50% discount on Harvey's food during your shift, and you get a shitty card that entitles you to a massive 20% discount on Cara restaurants. This is truly the shittiest company that I have ever worked for. Ever. Not only do you get an insulting employee perk, but the management lies to your face. For example, when one guy said "don't you usually get free uniforms at places?", the Hobgoblin said "no". What a fucking liar. I have never worked at a place that required you to pay for uniform. The company also steals your holiday premium pay. I would never recommend people I don't dislike to work for Harvey's, Montana's, Swiss Chalet, because all these places are under the same umbrella corporation.

Anyways, the reason this is such a big deal is because, first of all, the food is disgusting, dirty (I know where that sliced pickle and tomato have been) and leads to heart attacks. I would only eat at this place if I was hungry as hell and I couldn't eat at home and if it was free. I only ate here before on the few occasions when it was a free meal (the Boss gives a free meal to people that pick up an extra shift). Some people, some fatassed fucking disgusting people, seem to indulge in this fucking shit everyday, specifically Troll and Hobgoblin. I seriously don't understand. I don't even consider that I work with food at work; I work with factory manufactured shit. Second, even after the pathetic employee discount, I still paid five bucks. I just consider it plain wrong to work half an hour to basically get this shit, instead of getting five bucks. But today, I had no choice.

And what a grand feasting it was. I had the Smoky Maple Premium burger with large fries and honey mustard dipping. Holy shit. First of all, I got 5 kilos heavier and lost 5 months of my life expectancy. Second, I'm still fucking thirsty at this moment, 8 hours from my first bite, because of the ridiculous amount of sodium in that stuff. I should've bought a pack of cigarettes instead; it would've lasted me longer, got rid of hunger (until Dinner), and I would have been 5 kilos lighter. I feel sick right now. I can't believe this place actually gets customers.

Anyways, Survivor, Minimum Wage continues!

If you'll excuse me, I gotta go to the bathroom.