Dear “Chef”, I’m not sure which it was that made me realize I made the right decision in telling you I wasn’t working for you anymore. Was it a) the fact that you only paid me $55 when I worked 6 hours? (ps that equals $60.90). Or b) that I had a mere two hours of training before opening? There’s also c) the fact that the basement in which I was told to leave my stuff looks like something out of a horror movie.
All in all, thanks for the unfortunate experience and try to smile once in a while! Life ain’t that fuckin bad. —Not That Shy
This article appears in Jun 20-26, 2013.
I think the problem falls on your shoulders. If you had respect for your supervisor maybe this wouldn’t have happened.
no one cares what you think blip
is this the crazy chef who jostles you when you slice and dice? thanks for the visit papa kilo^^
lowcoaster- Everyone wants to know what boomy thinks, that’s why I’ll always be number 1. That’s forever honey, not just today.
“the fact that you only paid me $55 when I worked 6 hours? (ps that equals $60.90).”
There’s this horrid thing that eats away at our pay cheques called TAXES… Derp
Someone needs to learn about paycheque deductions like taxes, CPP, EI, etc.
op it sounds like you got $10/hr. Or almost.
Some context would help. Were you told you’d get a wage you didn’t get? Did you factor in all the taxes that we here in nova scotia pay? Because that sounds like a typical summer job wage. FOR THIS PROVINCE.
You may be in for a VERY rude awakening.. Welcome to adulthood.
Papa Kilo. Sounds grand.
“Life ain’t that fuckin bad.”
uh, Do you know where you are?
If my bus ride to work this morning is any indication…..
yes. yes it is.
It is that bad and much, much more.
Jackasses on my left AND right blasting two different batches of horrid music into their stupid heads at full volume…. sweating my ass off because there wasn’t a breeze due to all the assholes in traffic grinding the bus to a crawl… only to be late for work, feeling all grimy n slimy.
Hell of a start. I’m pretty sure if there was a loudmouth, shitty kid on there, I would have snapped.
I expect the ride home to be nothing short of pure torture.
30+ degrees in a co2 spewing tin can full of sweaty, panting people increasing the humidity and turning it into a rolling greenhouse. The ‘general public’, who are all just asking for a reason to hate each other…. will be slowly melting, the floor getting sticky with the salty sweat that pours down our sullen faces just praying for the sweet release death doesn’t seem to ever afford us.
This is what I have to look forward to.
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This one’s for boomy blip blip.
Ever see jesus take a dive?
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geeze ZZZ I would take a later bus, what area do you work in? on hot nasty days I would stay put and sit in a park nearby, walk on the harbourfront, sit and nurse one drink on a patio, chill out in the library or even an air conditioned govt office then take a nice, empty bus back home.
I think that’s likely a better idea.
Might hit up the frog for their taco n tequila tuesdays…
Give it an extra half hour for everyone to get the hell home.
You have won a free laugh…
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I imagine I would be getting free room ‘n broad courtesy of corrections Canada if I were still taking Vancouver transit.
Nah, Zed, the two loudmouthed kids with the dirty hippy mom take the 7:20 bus.
And I was on the bus I think you regularly take home and it wasn’t bad at all. No traffic, nice breeze and not many passengers. By the time it got to Scotia Square there were still some prem-o seats at the back. Even got a seat with my ma!
Shut up and cook, numbnuts. Ain’t nobody got time for your shit. Go liberate some other kitchen slaves.