MaskedJackal23 wrote:
Im a dishwasher/prep cook and well it sucks. My manager is twofaced and my boss is an alcoholic prick. I walk into work everyday to a mountain of pots and plates and shit my first thought is always that im going to kill myself. Im pretty fast though I have to admit. Speed and multitasking are the key. I get so pissed at closing I get every damn pot in the place from the cook, i get bitched at if i try to grab them earlier. Its neverending it really is. By closing time I always have one of 4 thoughts, im going to kill myself, im going to kill someone else, im going to smash my fist through the wall or im running out for a quick ass cigarette.
Well, I recently put my two weeks notice in a few weeks ago, had to catch up with school, but I can honestly say that I don't regret my time there.
How long have you been washing dishes? I hated it with a passion at first, but after about 3 months, I settled into the rhythm, and it's true, there is a rhythm. If you learn to ride that wave, it can be an alright job. Doing the same thing everyday, minimal interference from others, seeing the same people everyday, and meeting new employees. It's almost comforting, in a way. I was slow at first, but I eventually became much quicker.
The thing is, on my last night, they didn't let me finish closing. They sent me home early. I felt robbed of closure (literally...). Our lives are full of ritual and ceremony, and my last closing was denied to me. It was almost as if they weren't letting me say "bye".
When I got out to my car, I found that I had been pranked, with my window having had 5 Maxi-pads stuck to it. The adhesive was tough to get off, and I didn't really try for about two weeks. It took an ice scraper and a rain shower, along with some elbow grease to get most of it off.
I drove out of the parking lot, gave the place one final look over my shoulder, and drove off into the moonlight, a chapter of my life closed.