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
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!