Work wierdness
May. 24th, 2003 12:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakLately we've been having a lot more business at Gilles than we've had since last summer. It makes things a little crazy, because stock runs out and must be replenished, orders need to be run out, customers need to be dealt with, food needs to be prepared, the place needs to be kept clean... etc., etc. All at once, sometimes.
Last night, my manager, while hurriedly trying to assemble the components of several different orders and get them out to the counter, told me to go fetch a fresh five of vanilla for the nearby cold cabinet.
I couldn't believe it for a moment.
A five of vanilla means a five and a half gallon metal container of vanilla frozen custard. The thing's about as tall as my hip, and when full it is _incredibly_ heavy. I can barely move the things when they're half-full. I'm skinny as hell, and have the bony arms to go with it. I thought it would be wiser to get someone with stronger arms to do it instead.
But he insisted I do it, so I obeyed.
It was hard lifting it out of the bigger cooler off to the side. It was difficult dragging it over to the smaller cabinet. While lifting it up, I heard this lady behind me asking how much it weighed.
I really wanted to snap at her, because I nearly dropped the container. but instead I politely, if tersely, said I had no idea, and started dragging it along the floor to the other cabinet.
She said "You're a girl, why are you doing that?"
I was taken aback just a bit. What the heck did that have to do with anything? We needed more custard, and there was no one else available just then to do it.
I spoke over my shoulder to her, saying that we needed it now, and restrained myself from snapping on her, since she seemed to mean well.
But she didn't leave it at that. She kept saying I needed to go get a boy to do it for me, and it was something a girl "couldn't" do.
God it was hard not waxing feminist at her. -_- The reason I have trouble lifting heavy things is becausue I have toothpick arms and am generally weak. It has nothing to do with being a girl. There are a fair number of other girls at Gilles who can lift _two_ five gallon containers of custard at once, and look like perfectly normal, feminine girls. There are a fair number of boys working there who couldn't lift it any more easily than I did.
Listening to her constant nagging at me - and nagging was what it was, because she was trying to give me instructions, not speaking in the voice of a concerned bystander - did not make what I was doing any easier. I didn't want to drop the damn thing on my toes if I lost my grip on the slick handles.
Grr. I can't believe a woman under 30, in this century, could say such a thing, and whole-heartedly mean it. It would have sounded so much more in character for a little old lady to say. Girls "can't" lift things? Girls "can't" do things and need boys to do the work for them? For crying out unprintably... -_-;;;
So we're statistically the weaker sex. :;shrugs:: We can still do things on our own.
Oh, well.
I also had to restrain myself from stabbling Liam and Bobby many times tonight. They're both teenaged morons, but unlike most teenaged morons they don't show a lot of promise for someday evolving into reasonably competent adults.
Yes, I know that's a bit harsh, and runs counter to my usual sweet loving nature. Those two test my patience at the best of times, and tonight they were in rare form. ::sigh:: Maybe I should find a temporary job to replace Gilles for the next couple months. I'd hate to turn into a nasty, angry woman right before moving in with the man I love.
Nah.
I don't think it's that bad. I'll just go huggle a hedgehog plushie til I feel better.
Before all the Gilles mayhem, today was good. Worked four hours at K-Mart, running a register in the garden shop for a change. The customers were fairly nice, and were steady without being overwhelming. I handled them and still had time to chat with Conni, who was unloading new merchandise for the garden shop, and go on break.
After work I deposited my check and got a ham and provolone cheese sub from Cousins'. God I'm going to miss that place in a few months. ::drools:: So tasty.
Then I lurked in a park and relaxed for a couple hours.
Heh. Dull life, seen from the outside, eh?
Yesterday I rented some new anime. Escaflowne the movie and the AMG! movie. ^_^ I thought I was renting the first volume of Excel Saga, but I either grabbed the wrong DVD case off the shelf, or the clerk grabbed the wrong one off his. Not a problem, really; I'd been wanting to see Escaflowne's movie anyway. Just means I'll have to postpone corrupting my sibs with the mayhem that is Excel... ::cackle:: I think I'll wait til Tuesday, when they have a three for the price of two deal.
Tomorrow I have the entire day off, so I'm going to watch those DVDs, and wander by the Chinese place near my house. I hope they have crab rangoon.
(Um.... yes, Plug, the C&C is coming. Shrine maiden's honor...::sweatdrop, apologetic offerings of Sirius and Almayce plushies:: Also, Steph, if you read this, I promise this weekend I'll email you. I've been abd about that. But I think I used up my allotment of mental coherence for the day writing this update.)
Last night, my manager, while hurriedly trying to assemble the components of several different orders and get them out to the counter, told me to go fetch a fresh five of vanilla for the nearby cold cabinet.
I couldn't believe it for a moment.
A five of vanilla means a five and a half gallon metal container of vanilla frozen custard. The thing's about as tall as my hip, and when full it is _incredibly_ heavy. I can barely move the things when they're half-full. I'm skinny as hell, and have the bony arms to go with it. I thought it would be wiser to get someone with stronger arms to do it instead.
But he insisted I do it, so I obeyed.
It was hard lifting it out of the bigger cooler off to the side. It was difficult dragging it over to the smaller cabinet. While lifting it up, I heard this lady behind me asking how much it weighed.
I really wanted to snap at her, because I nearly dropped the container. but instead I politely, if tersely, said I had no idea, and started dragging it along the floor to the other cabinet.
She said "You're a girl, why are you doing that?"
I was taken aback just a bit. What the heck did that have to do with anything? We needed more custard, and there was no one else available just then to do it.
I spoke over my shoulder to her, saying that we needed it now, and restrained myself from snapping on her, since she seemed to mean well.
But she didn't leave it at that. She kept saying I needed to go get a boy to do it for me, and it was something a girl "couldn't" do.
God it was hard not waxing feminist at her. -_- The reason I have trouble lifting heavy things is becausue I have toothpick arms and am generally weak. It has nothing to do with being a girl. There are a fair number of other girls at Gilles who can lift _two_ five gallon containers of custard at once, and look like perfectly normal, feminine girls. There are a fair number of boys working there who couldn't lift it any more easily than I did.
Listening to her constant nagging at me - and nagging was what it was, because she was trying to give me instructions, not speaking in the voice of a concerned bystander - did not make what I was doing any easier. I didn't want to drop the damn thing on my toes if I lost my grip on the slick handles.
Grr. I can't believe a woman under 30, in this century, could say such a thing, and whole-heartedly mean it. It would have sounded so much more in character for a little old lady to say. Girls "can't" lift things? Girls "can't" do things and need boys to do the work for them? For crying out unprintably... -_-;;;
So we're statistically the weaker sex. :;shrugs:: We can still do things on our own.
Oh, well.
I also had to restrain myself from stabbling Liam and Bobby many times tonight. They're both teenaged morons, but unlike most teenaged morons they don't show a lot of promise for someday evolving into reasonably competent adults.
Yes, I know that's a bit harsh, and runs counter to my usual sweet loving nature. Those two test my patience at the best of times, and tonight they were in rare form. ::sigh:: Maybe I should find a temporary job to replace Gilles for the next couple months. I'd hate to turn into a nasty, angry woman right before moving in with the man I love.
Nah.
I don't think it's that bad. I'll just go huggle a hedgehog plushie til I feel better.
Before all the Gilles mayhem, today was good. Worked four hours at K-Mart, running a register in the garden shop for a change. The customers were fairly nice, and were steady without being overwhelming. I handled them and still had time to chat with Conni, who was unloading new merchandise for the garden shop, and go on break.
After work I deposited my check and got a ham and provolone cheese sub from Cousins'. God I'm going to miss that place in a few months. ::drools:: So tasty.
Then I lurked in a park and relaxed for a couple hours.
Heh. Dull life, seen from the outside, eh?
Yesterday I rented some new anime. Escaflowne the movie and the AMG! movie. ^_^ I thought I was renting the first volume of Excel Saga, but I either grabbed the wrong DVD case off the shelf, or the clerk grabbed the wrong one off his. Not a problem, really; I'd been wanting to see Escaflowne's movie anyway. Just means I'll have to postpone corrupting my sibs with the mayhem that is Excel... ::cackle:: I think I'll wait til Tuesday, when they have a three for the price of two deal.
Tomorrow I have the entire day off, so I'm going to watch those DVDs, and wander by the Chinese place near my house. I hope they have crab rangoon.
(Um.... yes, Plug, the C&C is coming. Shrine maiden's honor...::sweatdrop, apologetic offerings of Sirius and Almayce plushies:: Also, Steph, if you read this, I promise this weekend I'll email you. I've been abd about that. But I think I used up my allotment of mental coherence for the day writing this update.)
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Date: 2003-05-24 05:35 am (UTC)To be quite honest, I'm kinda surprised you didn't rip the poor woman's lungs out for suggesting that you might need a big, strong man to lift custard for your. ^_- But perhaps that's just another thing you'd need a man to do for you. :P
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Date: 2003-05-26 04:41 am (UTC)This is Plug
Date: 2003-05-28 11:52 pm (UTC)I got the new journal up and running, although since it's friends only, you gotta be logged in to read it. The name is "frail_obscurity".
Yeah, that's about it. ^_^
(Copy, paste, I'm such a slut.)