Dish Bitch

It's been quite a while since I've went without sleep this long.

Sunday night I went to a show in Pittsburgh (That post should be up sometime this week) with George, Joe and Monica. I got home around 1:30 AM or so and didn't fall asleep until 6:30 AM when I had to wake up at 8:00 AM to call up a few teachers and do some schoolwork.

So I was REALLY looking forward to sleeping last night. It was something I was really anticipating. I needed some rest, I hadn't really slept all weekend and so last night I was gonna sleep from like 10:oo PM till 8:00 AM, something I haven't done in years, gotten a full nights rest.

Well... around 7:30 last night I got a call from McDonald's.

"Hey Joshua, you were supposed to work. Today, why didn't you come in?"

"I was?"

"Yeah we have you down as a no-show."

"No one told me. No one gave me my uniform, no one told me where the schedule was, nothing."

I had been there Saturday evening for the computer training part that made me want to stick my head in the deep-fryer. After I had finished the computer section I asked the new shift-manager (I was there for like 4 hours, so there was a different manager than when I got there) I asked her if there was anything else I needed to do, she asked what time I was supposed to leave, I told her Seven and she told me to go. She didn't bother telling me that they had my uniforms or that I should check the schedule (that barely knew existed.)

I didn't mind coming in though, that's the thing. I was just COMPLETELY unprepared. My head was so fucked, I was hungover, I couldn't (and still can't) hear out of my right ear and I was shaking for some reason.

I told my grandma I was going in and that I didn't know I had work and she went "well they can't walk you through hand and foot." It's not really walking me through hand and foot if NO ONE DOES THEIR FUCKING JOB TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK TO DO OR WHERE I CAN FIND ANYTHING.

I walked in the chilly weather to McDonald's in my usual attire (Shorts, flip-flops and t-shirt), I get my uniform and change. Jesus... Christ... I look/looked like a total twat. I had to tuck my hair behind my ears so now I just look like a fucking tool.

Michelle thanks me for coming in and tells me that it's hellish tonight because they have some inspection tomorrow and that's the only reason I wouldn't be working the grill tonight.

Most of the night I just clean under all of the machines and under the ice chest I found the most-shocking shit I'd ever seen since I saw Fro's ballsack on the NY train. Paper was just greased and stuck to the ground beneath the ice machine and it took fifteen minutes with a giant scrub brush to get it up.

Around 10ish I start doing dishes, somehow... I end up doing ALL of the dishes in the entire joint. I clean old mustard and ketchup, grease-soaked salt, chicken nuggets that had seen 'the shit' and many other things I'd prefer to block out as if I were raped by a family-member that night.

Michelle, Jesse and I end up leaving around 1 in the morning as I'm finishing dish duty.

Before I left Michelle said "If there weren't an inspection tomorrow you'd be on Grill tonight and we'd have Jesse showing you how to do stuff." and Jesse went "Yeah, don't feel bad, my entire first week here I was dish bitch too."

After I got home I took two showers and fell asleep around 2:30 AM. I'm still tired as hell now and I now find out that I've lost my ID and my Social Security card so that's kind a to-do, and I've gotta go check my schedule as well as get this bio report done. Fuck me, right?

- Josh.