The Pit's been hellish as usual. We have two new idiots- I mean, employees who have come in and as a result Trip and my hours have been cut. No one else, just us. So I've gone from working 5 days a week to 2-3. Not good as I have to have $100 by Friday so I can go to school.
Rude has been unbearable lately. He micromanages constantly but it seems to have gotten worse. During bar rush we usually play bouncy club music so the customers can keep the party going. I chose some TTC to play (for those who don't know, they're a Parisienne hip hop group. They sing in French) and people seemed to be digging it. The next day I open, and Rude greets me with "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU PLAYING LAST NIGHT?" I tell him and he tells me never to play them again because people were complaining. As far as I know TTC doesn't swear too badly, so I was baffled until he told me it was because it wasn't in English and that made some customers uncomfortable. WAT.
A few nights before that, I was working. We close at 1am and at 12.45 we had a call for delivery. I told them we closed in 15 minutes and our delivery time is 45-an hour, so I was sorry but I could not accommodate their request. Rude screamed at me the next day that I should never ever do that again, regardless of the time. If they call at 12.59 I have to take the delivery. Fine. The next night we, of course, get a call for delivery at 12.55. I take it. The driver doesn't get back until 1.30 and we ended up leaving at 2.30. Which Rude yelled at me about. Ugh.
I have an interview with Entire Vittles on Wednesday.
Love, kisses and BRIT SMASH!!!!