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Amish Country
All right, I work at a certain casino in good ole Amish Country PA. I
work for the restaurant owned by the casino.
On one particular Sunday, we ended up being quite busy as usual, as
old people come in to the restaurant after church and eat and eat. We
are usually busy from anywhere between 1 and 5.
At 3 o clock, a coworker of mine, who I will call “D” asked our boss,
who will be called “H” if he could go on lunch. We were busy, but H
let him go.
About 20 minutes later, H goes out into the smoking area, yelling at
D. This is what follows:
H: We are very busy right now. Who did you ask to go to lunch?
D: You. I asked YOU.
-after a pause of silence-
H: I don’t appreciate you asking me to go to lunch when we’re busy.
H has always been an incompetent boss, but that is really one that
takes the cake. Not only did he not admit he was wrong, he had to
turn it around to make it D’s fault. D laughed it off, but I found it
to be… an aggravating story.
Another co-worker of mine, who I will call “C” is.. not all there,
mentally. He has the mind of a child, but he’s mature enough to
work.
On this Sunday (Sundays are popular days), C was nearly having a
nervous breakdown. He broke a bunch of dishes and just…
disappeared. I later found him in the employee dining room crying, so
I sat down to talk with him. This was around 4 o clock, so our lunch
rush was just about to die down.
H comes in, sees us together and comes over. He asks if we are on the
clock, and, because we are, we say ‘yes’. He told me to get back in to
the kitchen, and I pointed to C, showing him what terrible shape he
was in. Needless to say, that was useless. I went back into the
kitchen and not even 3 minutes later, C comes back in too, looking
just as bad as when I found him. I assume he just told him to get
back to work.
H really isn’t a suitable supervisor, but here’s some advice for you.
H kissed ass all the way to the top, so you can do it to!
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I’m kinda failing to see where this is such a bad boss. Sure, he was kind of a jerk about the lunch thing, but that’s one incident. As for the crying employee, it’s not his job to console him. It’s the boss’ job to keep things running smoothly. I have definitely seen much worse boss stories. Bored now.
..whom we’ll call H, asked D why C was crying in the stock room, and b wanted to go to lunch, while square root of 4 was….
that’s not distracting to read at all.
So your boss is a bit of a jerk because he forgets some things occassionaly, and doesn’t baby sit his employees when they’ve had a bad day.
This isn’t such a bad story. Next!
Your overuse of ellipses is…annoying.
your coworker was stupid to ask for a break while it was busy. whenever my job gets busy, we have to wait for things to slow down before getting a break.
regarding your handicapped/challenged coworker, life can be mean at times. he/she will have to learn to suck things up if he/she’s going to hold down a job.
the worst thing i saw in this story wasn’t your boss being evil. the boss could use a bit more tact.
I have a great deal of respect for the work ethic of the Amish. Tell your good ole Amish country pa I said hello.
if i knew my geography of pennsylvania at all i might could guess which casion this is….but that doesnt matter much now does it? i tell you what though…im so ready for spring to get here…tired of this cool weather….im ready for shorts and skirts and flip flops and sandals and bikinis and outdoor nudity and whatnot…
I must add as well, I certainly hope that the people who frequent your restaurant are only there for the food and do not enter the casino part of the establishment. I cannot imagine they would go straight from church to gambling. I am laughing! That would be preposterous!
Thanks for the alphabet soup, OP. Next time, we’d like a good story to go with it.
I didn’t know Amish gambled.
I know this guy, I’ll call him TG, he works for a boss, I’ll call him B, who doesn’t like TG’s girlfriend, I’ll call her GF.
Well, W went over to K, discussing, of course….GF and TGIF, and we asked B if we could all FRO, but he said he’d have to ak BG, who was busy FTD, and later, K was up with Y, not related to dX/dY, as opposed to f(x) approaching infinity.
Why was this even posted? It’s a discombobulated, confusing mess.
Speaking of confusing things…
A friend of mine was one of the people taking the 2010 census. He stops at a small house, and this happens.
After confirming that just one person [a 28-year-old woman] lived there, he asks for a profession.
“Hooker.”
“I can’t put that, miss.”
“Then put prostitute.”
“That’s not a *legal* profession. I can’t put it down as your job.”
[Pause]
“Ok, put down chicken farmer.”
“How the heck does hooker become chicken farmer, miss?”
“Last year I raised over 500 cocks.”
I think after reading Sir JP’s math problem my head exploded.
The Amish are good people. I went to PA once to visit the Amish area and buy some of their goods. I bought some bread, milk, cheese, and a neat hat. I was browsing through a little stand they had set out and was excited to see a whole barrel full of unboxed raisinets. I mean, it was a whole mound of them! I asked the Amish lady tending to the goods if I could sample some. She gave me a strange look and then said I may. I popped a few in my mouth and learned quickly they were not raisinets at all, nor where they chocolate covered anything. They were rabbit droppings. They didn’t taste bad. Had sort of a sweet alfalfa/grain flavor to them. It’s one of my guilty pleasures. Haha.
Dan, I think we’ll just call you Uncle Si for now.
I had a cousin once who ate rabbit droppings. A few weeks later he went on a camping trip and contracted giardia. A fortnight later he recovered only to contract hanta virus. He later died of lyme disease. Too much time in the out of doors will kill you.
Too much time around Debbie Downer, though, will just give you debilitating depression. And Dan, you must have terrible eyesight if you mistook rabbit turds for raisinets.
Not much I can say here that hasn’t already been said. Mildly bad boss, hard-to-read formatting, etc. etc.
We’ve got a lot of casinos around here. I don’t gamble, I watch other people waste their hard-earned cash, and they usually have really good restaurants.
I always thought Debbie Downer was aptly named due to her ability to please her gentleman aquaintances. So sad to find out it’s not so.
Who needs a woman when you can have peanut butter and any four legged animal? Am I right, guys?
Peanut butter and animal proteins are generally good nutritional sources, Disgusting Dan. However, one does need a woman with whom to procreate. It is God’s word and law. Barrenness is a punishment from the Lord.
Says the man who is childless.
Stay classy, Dan. Do you share your horror stories on other forums, or just here? And why “That’s My Boss”?
FU OP.
Wow, who pissed in your Wheaties today?
Zephyr, no. I do not use the internet much other than email, Myspace, and this website. I am more of a hands on type guy.
Is this place along route 30? Or is it back further than that? I drive to York from Delaware and used to take 30 from Gap all the way, but started going down back roads with lots of different shopping centers along the way. There is one restaurant I pass that always looks packed near a 50′s retro cafe