What kind of foodie joint manager
Wouldn't throw down baking soda into the greasy floor puddles
Instead of coming on to the worst paid flunkie- worker there insisting their second pair of properly colored safe treading shoes were inadequate so go buy another pair, and that's an order.
Sounds more like phony superiority signals to me.Baking soda is about everyone's safety but more $$$$$hoes punishes me alone.
So I answered her by quitting. 3 day job minus the training, total stint there.
The regulation shoes were no better I also never heard this regulation mandate in orientation, only they be black and skid safe. My new ones were...safe and black too.
. Or maybe flunkies love breaking their knees on the job.
My shoes were safer than the whole job was though.
But the boss doesn't have to care as long as the lowest paid employee gets reminded, however illegitimately, that she's just too..... something!
and that her unsafe existence itself is the real problem, and her flunkie- job role too.
Moral of the story is don't eat there either. You will die earlier and will be starved for fresh produce...not sold there anymore. It's actually what our bodies crave, along with a very small bit of grease fat salt...and sugar.
Do what we say not what we do...is for violent ignorant thugs. All work the foodie dumps, lording it over peons doing the heaviest mule work.
Old story, highly unoriginal. And don't we all love to lie about this does not represent HAPPINESS.
Over??
Instead of coming on to the worst paid flunkie- worker there insisting their second pair of properly colored safe treading shoes were inadequate so go buy another pair, and that's an order.
Sounds more like phony superiority signals to me.Baking soda is about everyone's safety but more $$$$$hoes punishes me alone.
So I answered her by quitting. 3 day job minus the training, total stint there.
The regulation shoes were no better I also never heard this regulation mandate in orientation, only they be black and skid safe. My new ones were...safe and black too.
. Or maybe flunkies love breaking their knees on the job.
My shoes were safer than the whole job was though.
But the boss doesn't have to care as long as the lowest paid employee gets reminded, however illegitimately, that she's just too..... something!
and that her unsafe existence itself is the real problem, and her flunkie- job role too.
Moral of the story is don't eat there either. You will die earlier and will be starved for fresh produce...not sold there anymore. It's actually what our bodies crave, along with a very small bit of grease fat salt...and sugar.
Do what we say not what we do...is for violent ignorant thugs. All work the foodie dumps, lording it over peons doing the heaviest mule work.
Old story, highly unoriginal. And don't we all love to lie about this does not represent HAPPINESS.
Over??
