So, last night at work was seriously one of the worst nights ever.
It was about 120 degrees in the kitchen. Bruce was out golfing and drinking all day then he came to work. The boss offered to work for Bruce. Bruce said no.
They also got in a fight yesterday...
The waitress called half an hour before her shift to say she couldn't come in. She had no replacement.
Around 7 we got a couple of orders. Bruce was looking bad. He called his girlfriend and told her he can't drive home tonight and he was going to fall over. He said he didn't know what he was doing or where he was. He didn't say a word about it to me.
I got the bartender and the two of us were helping Bruce cook.
Bruce started to fall over. Luckily the bartender was there to catch him. If she wasn't standing next to him he would of gone face first in the deep fryer.
She got him to sit down and I locked the dining room door and told the bar customers no more orders.
Bruce yelled at us when I said I was calling the boss.
Bruce's girlfriend freaked out and called Bruce's mom to go and get him. His girlfriend lives 45 minutes away and Bruce's mom lives less than 5 minutes away.
Bruce kept trying to get up to cook and he was yelling at his girlfriend on the phone.
Bruce's mom came in and the two of them were screaming at each other. Bruce's mom threatened to call the ambulance and she drug him out the door.
Joyce looked out the door and saw Bruce throwing up in the bushes.
So I'm left alone in the kitchen. I start to clean up.
Some a*****e comes in and wants to place and order. The bartender told him we were closed because the cook nearly passed out. The guy got pissed. I wanted to tell the guy to go ******** himself.
I'm trying to clean the grill and my hand slips. I burnt my middle finger. I washed it with cold water and kept dunking my finger in water when it would start to hurt. I went back to work. I had to finish cleaning.
I had to force Joyce to call the boss. He didn't care.
One of the bar customers came in to help me clean up. She is the sister-in-law of one of our former cooks.
Once I was finished cleaning I realized that my finger really ******** hurt. The bartender had to announce to everyone I burnt my finger. So all the guys in the bar were looking at it. I start crying because it hurts really bad. I just wanted to go home. The bartender called the boss again...
I had a huge blister on my finger. The guys in the bar are telling me to go to the hospital. I just go home.
My father could care less. So I call my mom sobbing. She thinks I cut my finger and I need stitches. Because cut and burn sounds the same...
Pat calls me again and tells me if I have to go to the hospital then I should go and just let him know. He'll pay the bill out of his own pocket.
I go to sleep with my finger throbbing. When I wake up the blister is so big I can't bend my finger at all... I had to sterilize a needle and pop it. There is still some fluid. I couldn't get it all out. I have it wrapped up and I bought rubber gloves for work so it stays dry.
I could of called the boss and told him I wasn't working today, but I think we are going to be busy this week. I can't screw him over.
My mom is really pissed at Bruce. She thinks he should of let Pat work for him last night and then I wouldn't of gotten burnt.
When I got home from work I had a panic attack. I was so worried about Bruce. I still have no idea how he is.
Although, honestly I'm pissed at him too. He was out golfing and drinking all day yesterday! He was probably dehydrated. I kept offering him cold water. I kept telling him to go sit in the dining room where it was cool. I could handle making a grilled cheese and some burgers. But no...
So yes. I'm not a happy camper. My finger ******** hurts. The boss doesn't care at all about Bruce or me.
Bleh... I need a vacation.
