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I work for six hours a week making salads (thus my job title) but 3 of it is spent working in the dish room. Albeit I only work three hours, but it's from 6-9, which is closing.
My job is to take the dishes out of the dishwasher, and put them on shelves so someone else can put them where they belong. Imagine playing Tetris at ninety miles an hour, with extremely hot, odd shaped blocks. Except the cheeky little lines don't disappear when you fill one, they go whenever they damn well please, which is about every twenty minutes.
On top of this, there is a guy on the other side of the washer, loading the dishes that does not have patience to let the damn dish washer do it's own job.
He shoves the trays as hard as he cans, which not only means a good third of the dishes aren't totally cleaned, it means I get to toss them back to him, but it means my hand gets pinched between effing hot pots and pans, because metal is cruel and sustains the heat.
I am a wuss, I admit this. The damned metal and glass things that go through the washer effing hurt!
Also, we keep the cups in a giant tray that's individually holds the cups, kinda like those old fashioned milk cartons, but bigger. I hate these! I have to take each cup out individually, which only takes a minute or two, but when Signor-shoves-a-lot is on the other side, I don't have that time.
Also, when the buckets I put the dishes in go away, with no sign of return anytime soon, I get a bit bitchy. I have three trays of cups, and no place to put them! Dish-Return Guuuuuuuy! leave me an extra traaaay!
During close, one of my jobs is to take the rubber mats which are on the floor, and take them out of the washer. (Why we clean them through there, I have no idea.) There's one problem with that. I'm 115Lbs (52Kg), the mats are around sixty dry, god knows how much wet. I can't lift 'em dry!
the full time staff glare at me when I tell them I can't do it...
That's all for now, I'm sure more will pop up when I feel sore and angry...
My job is to take the dishes out of the dishwasher, and put them on shelves so someone else can put them where they belong. Imagine playing Tetris at ninety miles an hour, with extremely hot, odd shaped blocks. Except the cheeky little lines don't disappear when you fill one, they go whenever they damn well please, which is about every twenty minutes.
On top of this, there is a guy on the other side of the washer, loading the dishes that does not have patience to let the damn dish washer do it's own job.
He shoves the trays as hard as he cans, which not only means a good third of the dishes aren't totally cleaned, it means I get to toss them back to him, but it means my hand gets pinched between effing hot pots and pans, because metal is cruel and sustains the heat.
I am a wuss, I admit this. The damned metal and glass things that go through the washer effing hurt!
Also, we keep the cups in a giant tray that's individually holds the cups, kinda like those old fashioned milk cartons, but bigger. I hate these! I have to take each cup out individually, which only takes a minute or two, but when Signor-shoves-a-lot is on the other side, I don't have that time.
Also, when the buckets I put the dishes in go away, with no sign of return anytime soon, I get a bit bitchy. I have three trays of cups, and no place to put them! Dish-Return Guuuuuuuy! leave me an extra traaaay!
During close, one of my jobs is to take the rubber mats which are on the floor, and take them out of the washer. (Why we clean them through there, I have no idea.) There's one problem with that. I'm 115Lbs (52Kg), the mats are around sixty dry, god knows how much wet. I can't lift 'em dry!
the full time staff glare at me when I tell them I can't do it...That's all for now, I'm sure more will pop up when I feel sore and angry...
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