Teacup.

These past few days at work make me realize that everything is a lie. And it makes me feel like everything I know is breaking down and it’s out of my hands to control it. And it makes me feel useless. I wish it could go back to the time it was before.

As I said before in my last few posts regarding my work, I liked it. Notice my use of the past tense? I did. The work hours given to me were good, my pay was OK, the workload was OK. Everything at that point in time was status quo. But this week, work has been a fucking…for lack of a better word, a fucking screw-up. I realize that my boss and a few other colleagues are a few circuits short in their brain.

My close colleague who I shall refer to as Medas in this post, told me stories about the boss. Medas said that to me, he may be nice, but in reality he’s a psychopath. Boss, who I shall refer to as KP in this post, it seems fights and sometimes even resorts to physical violence with his mother. KP’s mother is a short little woman. Seriously. HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU HIT YOUR MOTHER?!

Medas also told me how KP yelled at her because an ex-colleague took a wrong order because her[ex-colleague] English wasn’t that good. Then yesterday, KP yelled at Medas for supposedly under-charging the customer when if you look at it objectively, it’s charged accordingly. In fact, I felt the customer was over-charged. Story goes like this.

Customer wanted a box of steam noodles instead of rice. In the noodles, we said that we can add a little bit of vegetables. We charged him $7. KP found out that it was $7 and he was…an absolutely dickhead to deal with. He wanted to charge $14 for a fucking package of steam noodles with NO meat. You sell fried rice WITH meat at maximum of $13.50. HOW THE FUCK DID YOU REACH THE CONCLUSION THAT $14 IS FUCKING REASONABLE?

See what I mean by few circuits short? KP just then started being verbally abusive to Medas calling her a bit crazy and all that. Right in front of me. What the flying fuck?

And a few days before that, I actually saw with my own two eyes KP yelling at his mother. How can you do that?! In the workplace as well! Have you no respect and humility?

The reason for this post was this workplace environment for me is starting to crack it’s pretty facade. He’s complained about me a couple of times when I’m right fucking there. Example, dinner time. Medas and I finished our dinner at the same time. However, I saw a bit of meat left in my plate and was just cleaning it so that I’m not wasting food. KP saw me still eating and started complaining to Medas that I’m hurting business because I eat slow, thus I should eat faster. What the fuck? I’m not some fat pig like KP gorging myself on food. KP is seriously obese. I’m being serious, not being nasty. He’s got the pot belly and fats rolling off him.

That’s just one isolated incident. There’s been a few more but I’m too exhausted to type it out. But I know one thing and that is that he doesn’t respect his workers. You’re the employer, not some un-educated dickhead with the head stuck up the ass. Stop acting like one and start treating your workers with respect. It’s no wonder the employment turnover rate is high.

I’ve started looking at other jobs now. I just want something so that I can get out of there before it’s too late. I don’t appreciate employers like that. You got something to say to me, say it to my face. Stop being unreasonable like complaining about my eating fucking habits. Stop being a coward by venting your angers on us. You’re not a kid anymore. You’re the owner of a fucking business, start acting like a fucking one.