Two Weeks' Notice

Mal: "How come you didn't turn on me, Jayne?"
Jayne: "Money wasn't good enough."
Mal: "What happens when it is?"
Jayne: [smiles] "Well that'll be an interesting day."
-Firefly, "Serenity Pt. 2"

When I started working at the bar, I worked in the kitchen. Then, due to a combination of me taking night classes and basic personality difference (even though she didn't mention the second, I think it had something to do with it-it definitely had to do with me agreeing to leave) with the new kitchen manager, the owner Mary, decided to put someone else in the kitchen.

So, the new gal comes in and I go from kitchen and waitressing to only waitressing. The new gal, well, I started out liking her well enough. Then she wanted me to make my own order once or twice (sorry, but I get paid shit to wait tables, I am not working in the kitchen on waitress pay), then she got bitchy with me a few times, "I told you we're out of that," (she didn't) etc, and most of the time I see her when she's working, her cell phone is glued to her ear-which really doesn't help with getting orders out in a timely fashion. Oh, yeah. Another peeve is that I would go back into the kitchen, say something like "Can you put that order on two plates?" and get no response from her. It's a minor thing, but it gets me miffed when someone can't even be bothered to acknowledge that I'm speaking to them.

Right. So, then we have yesterday. I was there for about an hour and a half and went back into the kitchen to wash a coffee pot when the gal is crying and asks me if I can cover the kitchen. She was having a crisis-apparently her cousin's mom is in a bad way and she thought her cousin would kill himself if she didn't go to him right then and there, and her mom kicked her out of the house, and... Breakdown, in any case. Mary told her to ask me if I'd do it, and so I said I would. Slow night and the bartender said he could cover the floor, no problem.

I ended up spending about an hour and a half in the kitchen and getting thanked by Mary and Rob. Mary also said she'd given the gal a deadline, "Get your shit together in two weeks, or get another job." She said it nicer, but that's the gist. Apparently, this isn't the first crisis. Rob also told me that he was more than ready to get rid of her. It's not that I'm without sympathy, I do have a little. It's more that I find it hard to feel bad for someone who doesn't do her job all that well (I've heard complaints about her even from the kitchen manager) and who's been bitchy to me on a number of occasions.

Mary told me to keep an eye out for someone looking for a job. I wonder what the next person will be like. So far, there have been two others who were hired to help out-one left a sticky note on Saturday for the K.M. to find on Monday saying she wouldn't be coming back. The other called one morning to say she wouldn't be in that day, nor the next, nor the next... Whatever happened to two weeks' notice? Professional courtesy? I mean, come on. I loathed the dry cleaners where I worked pre-bar, and the owners, but I still gave them two weeks and stayed civil. Alright, that's the end of my work bitch, I promise.

Movie Review: V for Vendetta. In honor of the DVD release Tuesday, my guy took me to his friend's house to watch it again. I have to say, while I thought it alright the first time around, I liked it better the second time. Certain things made more sense the second time, and I knowing the gist of what was going on let me pay more attention to the dialogue-hearing V talk is, alone, worth seeing the flick. Also, now knowing that the comic book was written by the same guy who did From Hell, made me pay better attention. Hrm, I think I have to add From Hell to my Netflix queue.