You know what I don’t like? You may be shocked to discover it, but I don’t care if you’re blown away. Alright, here goes:
I don’t like being accused of not working when I just worked really, really hard. My boss, Jean, put me and Emily both on a night shift, an unheard of act in the deli. Normally I get to be super lonely for five hours. But she put us both on to clean, cause summer is coming up and the deli needs to be the best it can be.
So she gave me a verbal list of some things to do. She speaks a million miles a second so I was worried that we wouldn’t get it all done. Once Emily arrives, the two of us start furiously working our whole shift. Keep in mind that both Sarika AND my brother were working so there was plenty of opportunity for distraction.
But I did not sway from our duty, and vigorously finished off what she did. Some things took longer than we thought, but we pretty much got it all done. I go home, and rest, knowing that we would both be in again the next day to finish everything else that Jean would want us to do.
So when I get in the next day, the first thing Jean tells me is that she’s going to need to have a written list of everything that we did the night previous because “nothing she asked to be done was done.” She said that she would need to validate her getting extra hours for us to clean and show it to the store manager. I was really, really upset.
“What didn’t we do?” I inquired. Apparently, we didn’t wash being the jars somewhere: a task she had told Emily a week ago that she wanted done. And that was it. When Jean sees one thing wrong, suddenly we didn’t do anything.
When Emily arrived, I told her, and she was also extremely upset. Emily told me that Jean never asked her to do any such ‘cleaning behind the jars’. I mean, that’s not even really the Deli. And so, the two of us worked even harder, just to spite Jean. We did absolutely everything imaginable, cleaning things that Jean wouldn’t even think of. We worked all the day again. I skipped one of my breaks, just to work. Then we wrote a very long, hateful list of everything that we did. The list was oozing hatred.
I think Jean felt bad when she saw the list, because the next day I worked, she thanked me for all of my hard work cleaning in a very defeated sort of tone.
Anyways, I have to get to bed, because Jean seems to think that I want to work mornings now. So that means that I have to be in by 7, which means I have to be out of the house by 6 to catch the bus. Which means I have to be up by 5:30.
There goes my plan. Oh well, I think she still might be back on mother’s day, so maybe I could still be all like, OMFG FLOWERS IN YOUR FACE. Women love flowers.