Why am I such a bitch?
I work with fun people, for the most part. I find training a handful of new hires to be easy, for the most part.
But I am such a bitch when it comes to two coworkers, and I cannot seem to stop myself from being one.
One is a young woman who is completely unable to focus on anything. She is cute and young and has her heart in the right place. But she can only take on certain tasks, and then constantly gets sidetracked. She disappears for a half hour. I have no clue where or why.
She cannot tackle menu changes, and I really need her to get that particular chore. She can’t, because she can’t focus at all, whatsoever. “Really RG, I can’t!” Fine, I will. Today. Again. You can watch. And I explain how I am changing the menu panels and she walks away.
And I want to wring her neck. Because I am a bitch.
The other is an older man who just doesn’t seem to fire on all cylanders. Again, heart in the right place, earnest as all get out. But totally clueless. Everyday. About everything. No matter how repetitive.
And they both came on staff way before me.
“You know you have a couple of disasters,” I told their manager.
“Really? Can they just seat? Only that?”
I wish it was that simple. True, this is a host staff I am training. And most of them are great. The old timers don’t need me; most new hires are on the ball. But these two….
“I can do that,” repeats one, all the time. Except no can do, not really.
“Okay!” says another, except it is never, ever, really okay.
And after two weeks of explaining the same thing over and over and over and over to both of them, I am not so nice and patient anymore.
I am a bitch.
I want to drink wine at 1 p.m. when it’s just me and them and one says, “Oh no! I can’t stack the menus without them falling.”
Good God. You cannot be serious. Except, yes, it’s very serious.
“So, remember what I told you about lining them up in the same direction and stacking them a few at a time,” I say for the hundredth time. And now I cannot look at this one as I say it, because I am so damn sick of saying it.
But I am thinking, “Wait, you are married and have a kid? How do you get through the day at home?”
Yep, I am that much of a bitch.
I am such a bitch I want to ignore them both, most of the time, but I can’t.
I am such a bitch, I don’t really hide it anymore when I am fed up.
I am such a bitch, I go home and shake my head at myself and wonder where my heart is.
And then I remember one is taking a really hard exam today, and I know she knows she won’t pass it, and she’s really scared to take it.
And then I remember one has an adult kid who told him, “Dad, you could work in a restaurant. It’s so much fun.” Except it isn’t fun for him, and he probably dreads seeing me everyday.
I am such a bitch.
And I am so sorry. I wish I could do better with them. For them.
Maybe on Monday I can try not to be such a bitch.