the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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17:55 + 28.07.2007 = documentation. [just in case.]

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the newer-but-not-newest dishwasher stopped me as i was on my way out the kitchen...

"yo, you... wuz yo' name?" [yes, people talk like that sometimes!]

--uh, mattson.--

"wuh?"

--MMMMaTT! son.--

"wuz yo' last name?"

--z____. why?--

no reply.

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now then... i'm pretty sure he asked these particular questions (in peculiarly abhorrent manner) so that he may bitch about me to management or H.R.

this is fine.

...for should said-dishwasher's whining contribute to a scolding-at of me, then i shall be forced to hand over the list i constructed of his affronts to my humanity [in layperson's terms: "reasons he's on my shitlist"].


curious?? oh well... alright... [twist my arm...] here goes...

1. he is exceptionally particular of where we cooks and bakers are to set our dishes and gets angry when i [we] don't get it right. [another dishwasher with his/her discrete set of crazy rules... [[big-eyeroll-of-a]]YAY!]

2. he is v. short, to the point of sour-surly any time i put a dirty dish anywhere [even where, i am under the impression, is the "correct" place to put them.]

3. the floor in between his station and my station, whenst he is working, is like baffin fucking bay.

4. when he sprays the dishes, i get an unsolicited misting.

5. the place that he insists we pile the dishes causes greasy wetness to collect on the floor... i have slippt several times as a direct result. had i not impeccable balance and reflexes [like a cat!] workman's comp and nearest casualty ward would be on kitchen's speeddial.

6. the number of accidental mistings followed by not-so-much-as-an "oops!" or "sorry!" deserves another entry.

7. if not two additional entries.

8. he does not give way. i'm over the fact that our kitchen hires people that don't know how to move in a kitchen--it's happened quite a bit within the last 2 years--but newer-but-not-newest dishwasher doesn't seem to understand that when i'm screaming "hot pan! hot pan! heavy! coming through!" that he should maybe step aside for a moment and allow for easy passing. in fact, i'm half-convinced he plants himself in my way at the most inconvenient times. [[ok... that sounds a bit self-important on my part... i only suggest as much cos i'm met with complete arrogance and partial disgust when i urgently ask, "can you move?"]]

9. seriously... i like to take showers AFTER work, not MID-SHIFT. so until the aprons are equipt with loofas and travel-sized toiletries... and working naked is acceptable to co-workers, customers, managers and board of health... NO MORE MISTING!


oh. and when i'm in a rush and things get banged around... that's not a temper-tantrum. and even if it were... it's not directed toward nor in response to the bloody dishwasher.


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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 1 repercussions thus far

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