i started doing this once a modest month-ish thing in april or may. with the full intention of starting it back up as a weakly thing very shortly thereafter. but. as i've said in the past. this labor thing is no joke!
working in restaurants is really, really hard fucking work. and that makes for serious turnover. and retraining. and filling-in-for. and late nights and early mornings. and attempts to start long-but-modest-but-who-am-i-fucking-kidding-nothing-is-modest-about-these memos are frequently interrupted by all such things. "hey the hand dryer in the woman's bathroom is broken." "hey who closed last night?" "hey my check didn't include market tips." "hey i'm gonna work a triple tomorrow ok?" "hey can you donate to my cause?" "hey can you donate to my cause?" "hey can you donate to my cause?" "hey i'm gonna work really hard to sell you this thing for 3 months and then you're gonna buy it and i'm gonna deliver a terrible, terrible product and try to charge you a shitload more than we agreed upon and i'm gonna cost you money in the process and do you want to sue me yet? no? cuz lawsuits are just time and money and energy sucks? i know!"
so anyhow. i swear. i'm getting back into sales. so you should see our product in the market a bit more. and i'm getting back into memos. so you should read more meandering like this here soon.
but wait. back to that. working in restaurants is really hard work. it's intense. it's aggressive. it's emotionally taxing. it's physically demanding. it's intellectually challenging. no no. it's intellectually difficult. i mean, obviously it's difficult emotionally when some faux-rich cat who's trying to impress his college friends shoos you away from his table. you gotta keep your cool. he's not abusive. just a boner. i mean: it's intellectually difficult to be told 8 new things in 15 seconds and then while you're trying to organize everything in your head to be asked 4 more questions by your manager or your utility or a second table and then to return your brain to the first table and get everything right. some of the smartest lawyers and doctors in the world wouldn't stand a chance in this gig without some pretty serious training. and cooking? holy f! on a busy shift. to make and sell 160 pizzas in 3 hours. yikes. physical. intellectual. emotional.
and you're splitting the big salad and a pizza? ok. that's what you should do. but....... do you want the person making it to fear for her safety as she lays her head down to sleep every night? shit shit. no. do you want fucking anyone to fear for her safety as she lays her head down to sleep?
we know you.
and you don't. not even a little.
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