Life with the boys and their toys

So for the past week I’ve been working full time at Montana’s. I don’t like it but since my raise, it’s going to be nice to have some money after payday. Jacob’s been in daycare and he LOVES it! He didn’t want to leave today and cried all the way to the van. Anyway, back to my bitching and then I’ll go on about Jacob’s daycare experience. Ilonka (the lady who trained me) decided to take a month off and leave me as the only prep cook. We did have another prep cook who would be helping me on weekends but he decided to stay in bed one day because he was “still tired” and when Michael called him to ask why he wasn’t at work, he was soon fired. Better now than later when I was expecting him there. Really pisses me off, I”m not allowed to do anymore overtime but how do they expect me to do daytime and evening prep in 8 hours???
SIMPLY FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!!
I had help (thank you everyone) last weekend but it’s not fair to recruit people from all parts of the restaurant when they have their own things to do. Not fair at all. That place is so messed up I’m surprised they’re still open. Then I was asked this morning to work a 6 day week right before Ilonka returns from her time off. I thought about it and accepted….ONLY if I can take an extra day off the week after. Michael agreed and that was that. It’s a tuesday so I’m sure it’ll be an easy day….I can also prep for the next day so that I”m not so damn busy. Last week I worked 3 full days with no lunch just so that I could get home at a decent time…which still didn’t happen.

Anyway, back to Jacob in daycare. I went to drop him off this morning and without a kiss, or even a wave goodbye, he walked up the path, holding my hand, knocked on the gate and the door, looked at Tracey and went straight for the stairs down to the playroom….or play basement….He remembered everything from months ago when he was there last. He had a baby signing class this morning and enjoyed every minute of it. He even took some trucks with him to naptime. Then I came along around 6 to take him home and ruined everything. He was outside playing with the other kids and I guess I wasn’t important enough to take him away from that. I kept asking about his behaviour but they all insisted he was a very good boy. I’m glad to hear that….We headed home and I stopped off to pick up McDonald’s. I set up everything for him (he was VERY hungry) and we had dinner together at the table. He kept staring at me with those loving eyes (I melted a little inside). When I asked him how his day was he started babbling in the foreign language he likes to speak. I think he was answering me, not sure. I think he’ll like it even more tomorrow. He went to bed extra early today. When we put him to bed he somehow got his foot and ankle stuck through one of the bars on his bed and cried sooooo much. Thankfully Mommy & Daddy came to the rescue. He hugged us and cuddled trying to postpone bedtime a little bit more. We put him down, he cuddled his Pookie (the teddy bear Auntie Corina got him the day he was born) and cried a little bit because he wanted to play. I’ll write more tomorrow or whenever since I’m very tired and sore.

I’ve been working at the same part time job for going on 5 months. My family has suffered, my house work has suffered and I have suffered through this horrible job. I work in the back of Montana’s Cookhouse as the prep cook for evenings and weekends. I work 30 – 35 hours a week for $9/hr and everyone else seems to be getting a raise…..everyone but me. I’ve been talking to the general mananger for about a month now so I can have my job review and get it into his mind that I want a raise….but I keep getting the same answer “it’ll be in the next week or so”. I’ve been told that everyweek for a month now and I’m very close to quitting. People that have started after me have already gotten raises, peers that have worked there for years have told me that I deserve a big raise for the b.s I go through every week but no one seems to mention it to Michael (the general manager). Out of everyone that works in the kitchen, I’m the only one who’s married and has a toddler. There’s one other person there who has a kid but he doesn’t live with his 6 year old son. My typical weekend involves getting up at 5:30am and going to work for 8am, I don’t get home until at least 6:30pm or 7:30pm. My son hates it, he cries when I get home and cries even more the next day when he realizes that Mommy went to work without kissing him goodbye. I really don’t want to work those long hours on the weekend anymore. He’s been told that there is way more work on the weekend than there is during the weekdays. There should be two prep cooks working saturdays and sundays, not just me. He’d save alot of money that way, instead of paying me $100 in overtime each paycheck. I want to quit but something tells me I should stick it out a little bit more. I don’t know. We’ll see I guess…….GRRRRR!!