Its a new look, with my Afro. I did not want to go extensively on the details, so I kept it nice and simple. Enjoy!
Oh, click on the link for a larger version.
2011©Lisa Marie Bonaparte
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Illustration LMB
Its a new look, with my Afro. I did not want to go extensively on the details, so I kept it nice and simple. Enjoy!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Not Sleeping
If you want to make things lighter look at my zany pictures to make you laugh. I took them during the day sometime ago with some crazy make up. Enjoy!
2011©Lisa Marie Bonaparte
Monday, July 4, 2011
After the Red Bull Flutag Debacle
First of all, Congrats to Digicel's OBI WANTED RED BULL! Your skit was hilarious and you won, great fun.
KFC in the area, not so much fun. Today, I went to work not knowing what to expect. With RB FLUTAG in full swing on Sunday 3rd of July, I was a bit apprehensive on how my fellow work-mates would fare this morning. If I could take a cue from the 2nd to last public holiday on May 30th 2011, I would say it might have been ten times worse.
Lets revisit May 10th 2011 shall we:
It was going to be the first time I had ever worked on a public holiday. Usually, we would get up in the morning at 6am, and head to Maracas Beach, in that way, we get our parking spot, liming spot and swimming spot. This time I had to work, fourth week into the job. I left early...on "Trini Time" (which means I left late), to get a taxi to take me to work. Fortunately, I got there fifteen minutes early. As I walked up to the entrance, I noticed that there were little groups of people milling around, some sad, some tired, some laughing, some drunk...holiday faces. A lady stopped me in mid-entrance, "Hello, Hello what time y'll does open?", I replied at ten o'clock. "Buh whappon! Yuh doh see hungry people here ahwah!?" Translation: "What is happening? Don't you see that there are starving people here?" I smiled and knocked on the glass door. It was opened, and I went in.
Fifteen minutes came quickly, and soon there was a rowdy crowd of people in-front of the cashiers. Within, 10 mins all the chicken pieces were gone, and the fries pot was in full swing. hardly any of the customers wanted buttery corn, marinated cole slaw, and steaming mashed potatoes and gravy. They all wanted French fries.and each 12-piece combo entitled each customer to six side-orders, a two liter Pepsi, some paper boats, condiments cups, drinking cups, forks, napkins, etc. Some customers ordered three 12-piece combos. Which meant that other customers or they themselves had to wait 3 mins and 15 seconds for another batch of fries, which meant, that I became a machine:
tear top of frozen fries plastic bag
dump fries into basket
put basket into hot fat
press timer
go to fry bin
salt fries
scoop the hot salted fries
(insert occasional burn)
prepare sandwiches Cruncher or Zinger
return to the fries stove
take off timer
dump fries into heated fries bin
return baskets
go to the freezer
tear top of frozen fries plastic bag
Sometimes, my mental circuitry would got all hot and start to spark, and I would forget to turn on the timer for the fries, or forget to salt the fries, or mix up the sandwich order. Eventually, the newbies came, and although things were less hectic, my brain still could not fathom 1+1 or 2+2. I was forced to become automated. And, I stayed in an auto mode, never leaving to pee, for fear of breaking up the momentum. The entire staff, worked non-stop from 10am till I left, out of exhaustion, dizziness and shortness of breath at 4pm. By 3:00pm, mistakes started to occur, and tempers were flared, folks started fussing in the kitchen.
The customers were no better. Impatient, people started quarreling with the cashiers, customers who were served, came for more, unsure people asked questions that were already answered right before their very eyes. They asked questions like, "How much for the 15-piece combo? Why can't I get chips with that? Is only chicken yuh getting?" One of the employees who refilled the condiments section complained that people were emptying the ketchup and pepper pumps. Eventually, the pumps themselves stopped working and she had to clean the pumps and get them working again, before they again,stopped working, and customers complained about the lack of pepper and ketchup.
The employees who prepared the chicken pieces, began to burn out early because after a certain amount of chicken that is fried in the pots, the shortening/fat must be cleaned and sanitized along with the pot itself, for a new batch of chicken pieces. They too were also in automated mode and they were even more tired with each passing hour. When I logged out at 4pm, there was still a long line, and one of the new cashiers grew very frustrated and the Manager had to step in for him, he complained of headaches.
Back to FLUTAG
This morning, I came to work, and saw only three people in the kitchen area. I asked for the others and was told that they were very tired from the day before. I found out that they ran out of chicken completely, the Area manager had to bring more crates of chicken and customers were served sandwiches outside. One of the employees who came with the Area manager, said that when she came to the restaurant, the people out side were grabbing at her, and yelling, she stated that she just wanted to do a 180 degrees and return home, but they had brought crates of chicken and had only reached the restaurant an hour before closing time.
There were also tales of extreme traveling to get to the workplace. One employee walked about 3 to 5 miles before he was picked up by the Area Manager. Three employees from another branch walked for approximately two to three hours before they got to work. There were many reports of people getting robbed in their vehicles as they 'lined up' in traffic to attend the Flutag. One branch, hardly had anyone at work on that day, as their employees could not get a taxi to take them to work. One employee was picked up by an Army truck and so was able to open the restaurant. Me? It was my day off, and I rested to recover from my relentless asthma attacks from the week before, plus I was fully drugged.
KFC in the area, not so much fun. Today, I went to work not knowing what to expect. With RB FLUTAG in full swing on Sunday 3rd of July, I was a bit apprehensive on how my fellow work-mates would fare this morning. If I could take a cue from the 2nd to last public holiday on May 30th 2011, I would say it might have been ten times worse.
Lets revisit May 10th 2011 shall we:
It was going to be the first time I had ever worked on a public holiday. Usually, we would get up in the morning at 6am, and head to Maracas Beach, in that way, we get our parking spot, liming spot and swimming spot. This time I had to work, fourth week into the job. I left early...on "Trini Time" (which means I left late), to get a taxi to take me to work. Fortunately, I got there fifteen minutes early. As I walked up to the entrance, I noticed that there were little groups of people milling around, some sad, some tired, some laughing, some drunk...holiday faces. A lady stopped me in mid-entrance, "Hello, Hello what time y'll does open?", I replied at ten o'clock. "Buh whappon! Yuh doh see hungry people here ahwah!?" Translation: "What is happening? Don't you see that there are starving people here?" I smiled and knocked on the glass door. It was opened, and I went in.
Fifteen minutes came quickly, and soon there was a rowdy crowd of people in-front of the cashiers. Within, 10 mins all the chicken pieces were gone, and the fries pot was in full swing. hardly any of the customers wanted buttery corn, marinated cole slaw, and steaming mashed potatoes and gravy. They all wanted French fries.and each 12-piece combo entitled each customer to six side-orders, a two liter Pepsi, some paper boats, condiments cups, drinking cups, forks, napkins, etc. Some customers ordered three 12-piece combos. Which meant that other customers or they themselves had to wait 3 mins and 15 seconds for another batch of fries, which meant, that I became a machine:
tear top of frozen fries plastic bag
dump fries into basket
put basket into hot fat
press timer
go to fry bin
salt fries
scoop the hot salted fries
(insert occasional burn)
prepare sandwiches Cruncher or Zinger
return to the fries stove
take off timer
dump fries into heated fries bin
return baskets
go to the freezer
tear top of frozen fries plastic bag
Sometimes, my mental circuitry would got all hot and start to spark, and I would forget to turn on the timer for the fries, or forget to salt the fries, or mix up the sandwich order. Eventually, the newbies came, and although things were less hectic, my brain still could not fathom 1+1 or 2+2. I was forced to become automated. And, I stayed in an auto mode, never leaving to pee, for fear of breaking up the momentum. The entire staff, worked non-stop from 10am till I left, out of exhaustion, dizziness and shortness of breath at 4pm. By 3:00pm, mistakes started to occur, and tempers were flared, folks started fussing in the kitchen.
The customers were no better. Impatient, people started quarreling with the cashiers, customers who were served, came for more, unsure people asked questions that were already answered right before their very eyes. They asked questions like, "How much for the 15-piece combo? Why can't I get chips with that? Is only chicken yuh getting?" One of the employees who refilled the condiments section complained that people were emptying the ketchup and pepper pumps. Eventually, the pumps themselves stopped working and she had to clean the pumps and get them working again, before they again,stopped working, and customers complained about the lack of pepper and ketchup.
The employees who prepared the chicken pieces, began to burn out early because after a certain amount of chicken that is fried in the pots, the shortening/fat must be cleaned and sanitized along with the pot itself, for a new batch of chicken pieces. They too were also in automated mode and they were even more tired with each passing hour. When I logged out at 4pm, there was still a long line, and one of the new cashiers grew very frustrated and the Manager had to step in for him, he complained of headaches.
Back to FLUTAG
This morning, I came to work, and saw only three people in the kitchen area. I asked for the others and was told that they were very tired from the day before. I found out that they ran out of chicken completely, the Area manager had to bring more crates of chicken and customers were served sandwiches outside. One of the employees who came with the Area manager, said that when she came to the restaurant, the people out side were grabbing at her, and yelling, she stated that she just wanted to do a 180 degrees and return home, but they had brought crates of chicken and had only reached the restaurant an hour before closing time.
There were also tales of extreme traveling to get to the workplace. One employee walked about 3 to 5 miles before he was picked up by the Area Manager. Three employees from another branch walked for approximately two to three hours before they got to work. There were many reports of people getting robbed in their vehicles as they 'lined up' in traffic to attend the Flutag. One branch, hardly had anyone at work on that day, as their employees could not get a taxi to take them to work. One employee was picked up by an Army truck and so was able to open the restaurant. Me? It was my day off, and I rested to recover from my relentless asthma attacks from the week before, plus I was fully drugged.
Later one fellow employee joked that had I come to work yesterday, I would had had to take my asthmatic self and walk home. We both laughed.
When I returned to work, I simply cleaned and sanitized my area and did the fries. When I felt my chest heaving and my lungs complaining, I took a small break of about two mins, and started again. Its the most I can do for now, until better can be done.
Finally, I really enjoy blogging about my activities working in a fast-food restaurant. Somehow, it is like a curious adventure of a new experience, working at a job that is frowned upon various sectors of society, but to the men and women who work here, it is a combination of a few factors: a way to keep our heads above water, a way to be self-reliant, a way to exercise our freedom of right to live, a way to care for our families, or ourselves...or a means to an end.
2011©Lisa Marie Bonaparte
p.s. I have to get beck to illustrations, I simply do not have the time...
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Twitter-ing...
I decided to learn something new, its nerve wracking but doable. Ability don't fail me now!
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Monday, June 27, 2011
The Captain and the busted pipe
Today was light, just the four of us, and lots of stuff to do. Later the cashier came, and another employee. So there were six. YAY! The day was full of things to do, jokes to make, chicken to fry, and sell to hungry Sunday Lunch Limers.
And then it happened.
A pipe burst in the kitchen. I don't really know how it happened, I heard a yell and ran to see a flood of water heading for the customer service area, I grabbed the broom to sweep it back into the kitchen, where there is a drain hole. The Manager loudly shouted my name to mop the floor. So I did. I can't say no. There is an area under the fries and chicken display, where there is an open plug, if water gets there it can become a fire and electrocution hazard. So I guess my job today was to be an 'electrical conductor sacrifice'. I did mop the floor, it was a great work out.
For the rest of the day, the floor remained soaked and quite slippery, frankly it was quite irritating. Of course it is business and we have to make a living, so we did our job.
Coming down to the end of the shift, the 'water problem' got really bad, as we had to wash some of the utensils for the evening shift, and clean and marinate chicken. One of the employees ran to the manager to tell her what the situation was, and the Manager said that she called someone, and that there was nothing she could do about it, later she left. The young lady who fried the chicken for most of the day, got frustrated and decided to put the two drain pipes together (this was the problem, the drain pipes broke and caused the kitchen flooding). But she was unsuccessful, instead we washed the utensils, but we had to rinse them and drain the excess water in a bucket, and then, drain that said bucket into the mop area. Before leaving I organized the corn and the mash potato and gravy, Then I asked if anyone wanted assistance before I left. I helped a few, and then there was a long line of customers, so I helped the cashiers with the fries and the packaging of some of the orders. What made it a bit difficult was that the fries heater was not working, something about the plug, as a result the fries cooled much quicker, that means we had to package them and put them in the display, and that I did not do.
I was so tired and with the heat, my asthma came like a bull on a mixture of cigarette smoke and volcanic ash. I quickly logged out and left. My chest was heaving and I could not breathe, it felt as though, I was between two trucks and they were clamping down on me. I felt dizzy as I crossed the road, keeping my composure together. I quickly sat down at the bus shed and called my sister, the conversation was whisper puffing and huffing, I could not put two sentence without feeling my lungs were about to burst. I finished the rest of my Smalta and started chewing my gum. My heart was beating rapidly, and at one point I don't remember breathing, just taking in air in very short breaths.
Finally, I made it home. I began to tell myself that this is not the job for me. This is my second asthma attack there. I gotta try some new things before September, it is not going to be easy, and I have bills to pay. We will see what happens...
This happened yesterday, and I am always late with my blogging, plus I am watching Dairy of a Mad Black Woman. Anyway, you should go in your bed, its 1:00 AM!
2011©Lisa Marie Bonaparte
And then it happened.
A pipe burst in the kitchen. I don't really know how it happened, I heard a yell and ran to see a flood of water heading for the customer service area, I grabbed the broom to sweep it back into the kitchen, where there is a drain hole. The Manager loudly shouted my name to mop the floor. So I did. I can't say no. There is an area under the fries and chicken display, where there is an open plug, if water gets there it can become a fire and electrocution hazard. So I guess my job today was to be an 'electrical conductor sacrifice'. I did mop the floor, it was a great work out.
For the rest of the day, the floor remained soaked and quite slippery, frankly it was quite irritating. Of course it is business and we have to make a living, so we did our job.
Coming down to the end of the shift, the 'water problem' got really bad, as we had to wash some of the utensils for the evening shift, and clean and marinate chicken. One of the employees ran to the manager to tell her what the situation was, and the Manager said that she called someone, and that there was nothing she could do about it, later she left. The young lady who fried the chicken for most of the day, got frustrated and decided to put the two drain pipes together (this was the problem, the drain pipes broke and caused the kitchen flooding). But she was unsuccessful, instead we washed the utensils, but we had to rinse them and drain the excess water in a bucket, and then, drain that said bucket into the mop area. Before leaving I organized the corn and the mash potato and gravy, Then I asked if anyone wanted assistance before I left. I helped a few, and then there was a long line of customers, so I helped the cashiers with the fries and the packaging of some of the orders. What made it a bit difficult was that the fries heater was not working, something about the plug, as a result the fries cooled much quicker, that means we had to package them and put them in the display, and that I did not do.
I was so tired and with the heat, my asthma came like a bull on a mixture of cigarette smoke and volcanic ash. I quickly logged out and left. My chest was heaving and I could not breathe, it felt as though, I was between two trucks and they were clamping down on me. I felt dizzy as I crossed the road, keeping my composure together. I quickly sat down at the bus shed and called my sister, the conversation was whisper puffing and huffing, I could not put two sentence without feeling my lungs were about to burst. I finished the rest of my Smalta and started chewing my gum. My heart was beating rapidly, and at one point I don't remember breathing, just taking in air in very short breaths.
Finally, I made it home. I began to tell myself that this is not the job for me. This is my second asthma attack there. I gotta try some new things before September, it is not going to be easy, and I have bills to pay. We will see what happens...
This happened yesterday, and I am always late with my blogging, plus I am watching Dairy of a Mad Black Woman. Anyway, you should go in your bed, its 1:00 AM!
2011©Lisa Marie Bonaparte
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Something to think about...
How do you even comprehend a situation?
Personally, I believe I am worth so much more that what I am doing these days, but I feel like I am between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand there is people I know on the other is my open field of dreams. How do I know if I am making the right decisions.
I feel like I am a bird trapped in a cage. As this bird, I can see the lush green hills of trees, I want to go there, because there is where I need to be, however I am trapped in this cage and try as I may, I can't escape. Today I was told by one of my relatives, that my current situation is because of my 'personal decisions'. While it sounded like a valid point, I did not think it to be true. What were my 'personal decisions': studying, getting a degree, going to countless interviews and while there was some success, I am still quite unemployed when it comes to my chosen field. I was chided for my 'attitude', 'not listening', 'stubborn', 'rebel', etc. Yet to my face, I am told I am very professional, and quite informal in my field.
What is wrong with this picture here?
Perhaps, I would have much success as a prostitute or a gold-digger? Hey it works for some recently successful celebs, who do nothing but run after rappers and become video models.
HA!
I don't even have the vibes.
In September, I am starting school again. That is right. I am starting my life over, again. I may keep the blog, but I am working on making some major changes to my former life as LMB the Graphic Designer. I am shelving my life as a Graphic Designer. It was not the right field for me, and I did it because, I was assured I had a future in the company I worked for at the time, then the beating at the office happened, I ended up at the hospital and here I am. I am glad I have the degree, it feels good to at least have that degree. Funny though, the former boss of that company (I called him that because he sold it), called me one day to do a job for him, he wants some design ideas for a new company, and he called me. We discussed it, and I asked him how much he is offering, he told me not to worry about that, since if this job is successful more jobs will be coming to me. I did not feel baited by this. The last time someone told me this, I had to fight to get paid for time put on a job, and the client even insulted me. Plus, I did not feel like being baited again. It does not feel good when people ride on your back into a pig sty, and then they get up dust their clothes off, and step on your head.
What I really hate is the fact, I am being chided for my refusal to work for my old boss, or for that matter, freelance for Trinis. "You will get more money!" they explain. Yet they seemed to have forgotten that when I was assaulted in that said office, no one there, including that 'boss', did anything about it. So, If you don't care about my body, why do you want to know what I have in my mind. Actions speaks louder than words. You can only lie for so long and for so much, eventually, it catches up with you.
So, there I am going into a new field come September, and a new life. I AM EXCITED!!!
2011©Lisa Marie Bonaparte
(Old Stuff I decided to put up 1st Jan 2014)
Personally, I believe I am worth so much more that what I am doing these days, but I feel like I am between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand there is people I know on the other is my open field of dreams. How do I know if I am making the right decisions.
I feel like I am a bird trapped in a cage. As this bird, I can see the lush green hills of trees, I want to go there, because there is where I need to be, however I am trapped in this cage and try as I may, I can't escape. Today I was told by one of my relatives, that my current situation is because of my 'personal decisions'. While it sounded like a valid point, I did not think it to be true. What were my 'personal decisions': studying, getting a degree, going to countless interviews and while there was some success, I am still quite unemployed when it comes to my chosen field. I was chided for my 'attitude', 'not listening', 'stubborn', 'rebel', etc. Yet to my face, I am told I am very professional, and quite informal in my field.
What is wrong with this picture here?
Perhaps, I would have much success as a prostitute or a gold-digger? Hey it works for some recently successful celebs, who do nothing but run after rappers and become video models.
HA!
I don't even have the vibes.
In September, I am starting school again. That is right. I am starting my life over, again. I may keep the blog, but I am working on making some major changes to my former life as LMB the Graphic Designer. I am shelving my life as a Graphic Designer. It was not the right field for me, and I did it because, I was assured I had a future in the company I worked for at the time, then the beating at the office happened, I ended up at the hospital and here I am. I am glad I have the degree, it feels good to at least have that degree. Funny though, the former boss of that company (I called him that because he sold it), called me one day to do a job for him, he wants some design ideas for a new company, and he called me. We discussed it, and I asked him how much he is offering, he told me not to worry about that, since if this job is successful more jobs will be coming to me. I did not feel baited by this. The last time someone told me this, I had to fight to get paid for time put on a job, and the client even insulted me. Plus, I did not feel like being baited again. It does not feel good when people ride on your back into a pig sty, and then they get up dust their clothes off, and step on your head.
What I really hate is the fact, I am being chided for my refusal to work for my old boss, or for that matter, freelance for Trinis. "You will get more money!" they explain. Yet they seemed to have forgotten that when I was assaulted in that said office, no one there, including that 'boss', did anything about it. So, If you don't care about my body, why do you want to know what I have in my mind. Actions speaks louder than words. You can only lie for so long and for so much, eventually, it catches up with you.
So, there I am going into a new field come September, and a new life. I AM EXCITED!!!
2011©Lisa Marie Bonaparte
(Old Stuff I decided to put up 1st Jan 2014)
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Office Politics, Crazy Ideas and Working at a KFC Restaurant
A quick drive through
Currently, I am into my second stint in working in another fast food restaurant. This time its a KFC restaurant. And while its not as high-paying as my other job as a graphic designer, it is more fun and pretty easy to do, but its alot of work and pretty repetitive and it can be exasperating.
I must admit, some of my friends have gasped in horror at my current job. One friend said, "KFC? You...work at KFC?" I did feel embarrassed at first and I felt that I had reached the lowest point in my life. Then there was the issue of a degree. I felt like folks were saying behind my back, "See she has a degree, top of her class, and she cant even get a proper job". The superiority vibes I got behind their smiles, belie the fact that I have taken a 'welfare-level' job only suitable for wayward baby-making-ghetto girls, and young springy men who did not acquire enough CXC passes to get a man's job. The only thing is that, I have no children, I am not sexually active, and I don't use 'green verbs' and neither do I curse. I am just trying to make an honest living, while learning to do something different and learning to get along with people. Plus, while looking for a job I originally studied for, I am making some money on the side.
There were many challenges. First, I had to realize that my new coworkers lead completely different lives from me. Secondly, I had to keep my degree a secret, and pretended that I am just like them (although I failed at this). Thirdly, was to learn everything quickly, and be an efficient worker. Last of all, this was the only way I can start my life over. My prospects for a proper mate had dimmed and is now non-existent, and I now had to set more acquirable goals that can enable me a proper future as a single woman.
On the other hand, I am learning how to deal with aggressive coworkers, and assisting others as well. My coworkers and I work long and hard hours cleaning, marinating, breading and frying chicken; unpacking and frying pre-frozen french fries; cleaning and repacking the storeroom, cleaning the restroom and the customers area; cleaning the kitchen area and especially the tables where the chicken are prepared. In addition, we have to clean the fry pots and filter the oil. We also make the cole slaw, and the mashed potatoes and gravy. On top of everything, we keep everything at top temperatures and keep frozen things frozen.
I am in charge of the twin pot for the French fries. I clean them everyday and filter the oil everyday, after I filter the oil and refill the pots, I clean the large heavy metal container where the oil is filtered. The whole process takes me about 20 minutes, sometimes longer depending on the extensive condition of the pots from the night shift before, as they don't really clean them. I also do the sandwiches like the Doublelicious, and the Cruncher and Zinger. (In case you want to know, I LOVE the Cruncher). I am a bit generous on the greens for the C and Z, but I believe that out of all that KFC offers, the C and Z sandwiches are the best nutritionally. Oh and I usually have the sandwich with the cole slaw, the combination is phenomenal
My coworkers
Currently, I am into my second stint in working in another fast food restaurant. This time its a KFC restaurant. And while its not as high-paying as my other job as a graphic designer, it is more fun and pretty easy to do, but its alot of work and pretty repetitive and it can be exasperating.
I must admit, some of my friends have gasped in horror at my current job. One friend said, "KFC? You...work at KFC?" I did feel embarrassed at first and I felt that I had reached the lowest point in my life. Then there was the issue of a degree. I felt like folks were saying behind my back, "See she has a degree, top of her class, and she cant even get a proper job". The superiority vibes I got behind their smiles, belie the fact that I have taken a 'welfare-level' job only suitable for wayward baby-making-ghetto girls, and young springy men who did not acquire enough CXC passes to get a man's job. The only thing is that, I have no children, I am not sexually active, and I don't use 'green verbs' and neither do I curse. I am just trying to make an honest living, while learning to do something different and learning to get along with people. Plus, while looking for a job I originally studied for, I am making some money on the side.
There were many challenges. First, I had to realize that my new coworkers lead completely different lives from me. Secondly, I had to keep my degree a secret, and pretended that I am just like them (although I failed at this). Thirdly, was to learn everything quickly, and be an efficient worker. Last of all, this was the only way I can start my life over. My prospects for a proper mate had dimmed and is now non-existent, and I now had to set more acquirable goals that can enable me a proper future as a single woman.
On the other hand, I am learning how to deal with aggressive coworkers, and assisting others as well. My coworkers and I work long and hard hours cleaning, marinating, breading and frying chicken; unpacking and frying pre-frozen french fries; cleaning and repacking the storeroom, cleaning the restroom and the customers area; cleaning the kitchen area and especially the tables where the chicken are prepared. In addition, we have to clean the fry pots and filter the oil. We also make the cole slaw, and the mashed potatoes and gravy. On top of everything, we keep everything at top temperatures and keep frozen things frozen.
I am in charge of the twin pot for the French fries. I clean them everyday and filter the oil everyday, after I filter the oil and refill the pots, I clean the large heavy metal container where the oil is filtered. The whole process takes me about 20 minutes, sometimes longer depending on the extensive condition of the pots from the night shift before, as they don't really clean them. I also do the sandwiches like the Doublelicious, and the Cruncher and Zinger. (In case you want to know, I LOVE the Cruncher). I am a bit generous on the greens for the C and Z, but I believe that out of all that KFC offers, the C and Z sandwiches are the best nutritionally. Oh and I usually have the sandwich with the cole slaw, the combination is phenomenal
My coworkers
Due to the sensitive nature of my job, I would only use the letters of their names.
I started my job with a K, he is a young man and is quite the prankster. I was also an unwilling victim of his pranks and they are very harmless. Although, they do leave you in fits of laughter. He is quite observant and gives people names based on what he sees, like "Darth Vader", "B.Attack", and "Slow Motion". He is very cool and calm, and he takes a while to get angry. If he is angry, he is very quiet, and you can't get a peep out of him.
There is another K. He is a good looking fellow only in his teens, and yet he has this ability to shoulder responsibility. I found out that he is up for Supervisor position, and I believe he would be very good there. However, he has other plans like becoming a Policeman or a Firefighter, and he is working towards those goals. I wish him all the best. He is also very playful, and I have also been a victim of some of his pranks. When he is in the Customer Service section, he is very professional and can cash and assemble a customer's meal in under one minute, a very efficient worker.
Then there is D. She has been working there for a few years. She is usually the cashier, but for now she letting the "newlings" take the helm of the Customer Service section for a bit. She speaks her mind very boldly, and is not afraid to do so. She hardly ever smiles, and is very direct in dealing with both customers and fellow employees alike, sometimes this results in verbal altercations and death threats, some of which she has received to her face. I am very afraid for her, but I am confused by her "Superman" resilience by not being fazed by the death threats she has received. I personally witnessed one by a very tall, wildly gesticulating customer who threatened that if he sees her on the street he will shoot her. I was very worried by this.
C has been working there for under 10 years. She sometimes makes the cole slaw, which fellow coworkers have said is very delicious. She comes to work very early in the morning, and she changes into her uniform at the restaurant. She has this love for gladiator sandals (which I absolutely despise), and she does her weaves every two weeks. This week she is sporting a two toned copper and black look. I like it. She also does the chicken and assists the 'KFChicklins" on their new roles in the restaurant. As regards opinion, she is very reserved, and its pretty hard to know what she is thinking. Sometimes she would talk, but she does not say much. She smiles a-plenty, and you know she thinks about many things, but she rarely shows it. Its like this, she comes to work, does her job, then changes her uniform into street clothes and goes to pick up her daughter. If you talk to her, you feel comfortable, she has this kind of charm, that even male customers are attracted to, and they openly flirt with her. One customer, I saw was so smitten, he used really stale lyrics, and she simply responded to them, but her never got her phone number. He really tried, and never took his eyes off her.
W is a teen with two kids. She fries the chicken perfectly. Personally, I doubt that restaurant could do without her, and if she leaves she would be hard to replace. I would call her the "Golden Employee". Most times she would fry chicken for two shifts, and is one of the most hardworking employees in the restaurant. I would assist her when I have nothing much to do, and she is a little grateful. Sometimes, she is so tired, and during breaks, she sleeps soundly, when she gets up her eyes are red. I told her, "If you find something better, go do it, don't stay here forever". "Oh I will, that is for sure", she replies. She has this sort of shuffling walk, which becomes slower when she is tired. She knows everything about the store and is very observant. She smiles very toothy, especially, when she is whispering something to someone. She is quite smart, and I feel that she is underestimated sometimes. If she opens a food stall I would definitely buy from her, she is really good.
A is a rastaman. He does not say anything at all, and almost always looks angry. You, only know when he is not angry when he is talking to you with a slight smile, which shows his long, spacey teeth. He speaks his mind as well, but in a three to five word sentence. To really imagine it, insert two curse words into the short sentences, and imagine him angry. He works a couple of small jobs here and there outside the restaurant, and has a very piercing look. Apparently, A and W are an item. At the restaurant, they communicate without speaking, their bodies "speak to each other" while they are working, so I guess there is definitely a connection there.
P is a newbie. She is also related to C. She is is a voracious worker, and believes she knows everything, even on the first day of the job. And, boy, she can quarrell, and she goes on and on and on. We talk sometimes, but she pry's into your business, and has already gotten into some difficulties with some of her fellow employees. You can tell when she is gossiping about you, or when she is jealous. She is very aggressive and is a kind of nervy-under-her-breath-cursing twenty-something year old. She is not very well liked, but because she is related to C who is close to the manager, so she has an advantage over the rest of us, and I guess this gives her the fuel to act the way she does. I don't mind so much dealing with her, but I will not stay wherever she is, as I perceive her to be 'dangerous'. Trouble almost always follows her.
F is a newbie. F is also deaf. She has a beautiful smile and strong facial features. She would do well as a face model. She mainly cleans the customer area and the restrooms, and she is exceptional at it. She was told to work the customer service area and she declined, stating that she was very shy. Ha! She is very bold and very intelligent, and playful. She makes my day, sometimes, and she is very funny and very hardworking. She has three kids and a deaf rasta boyfriend. About the kids, if you saw her, you would not believe she has children, you would see, but you would not believe.
N is a newbie. She is tall, black and slender with a long pretty face. She has this graceful way of moving, and she moves...so...slow. K calls her "Slow Motion". She also has an aggressive streak, but rarely shows it. You only know when she steups. Its a long drawn out steups. Ssssssssssttttttttttttteeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuupppppppsssssss. You only know she talks, when she is on her cell phone. She has the potential to become a model, and she is also in her teens. She is one of six children and does not live too far from the restaurant. I doubt she is aware of her beauty, sometimes, male customers in the line would just stare at her. From the outside of the Customer Service area, you would see a very tall dark slim girl bagging the fries, she looks at you with her large white eyes and you are mesmerized. And she has this way of looking at you...its a shy come hither look, quite inviting and bored at the same time. Eventually, you get bored with looking at her, and you begin to yawn. Its a fleeting moment.
Newbies who left
R. R stole money from a fellow employee the very first day on the job. The...very...first...day. She is a tiny person with what we call locally, "bandy" legs. Don't let her smallness fool you, she is very, very loud. She was very hardworking, but the stealing incident was never forgotten, and it was a mark that sort of stayed with her for her entire short career at KFC. She is quite young, and has a son, I think he is still a baby. She left abruptly, why, I don't know. Her mother came one afternoon to buy a Munch pack, I served her, and asked for R, she told me that her grandson was ill and R took him to the doctor, I listened for a while and sent my regards to R through her mother. Looking at the mother I can see they have a very hard life, and that that stealing incident is probably showing the inner conflict that R faces on a daily basis. Sometimes, I wish I had spoken to her more often, but I really hate other people touching my stuff, and the thought of R doing so was more than enough for me to avoid any long conversations with her. My heart does pity her, and I feel, that she needs guidance, someone to really love and care fore her. Plus, she did not like me too much.
K (yep this is the third guy named K), was a smoker. And he smoked weed. I know because I smelled it on his breath. It seems he had some mental problems, and sometimes just a look would send him into a cursing frenzy. I was afraid of him. One time he asked me if I ever got robbed. Another time he passed so close to me, I think he put his hand on my butt. He told me he used to work at a funeral home and that many of the gangsters that were dead lying on the hot asphalt were picked up by him. He told me that he even dressed his grandfather in a coffin. We spoke about how the body moves after death, and he told me he has seen some strange things. I asked him why he left. He told me dealing with the dead got to him and he tripped. One day, he went to a bar and drank straight Puncheon Rum. Now, if you ever drank Puncheon Rum straight from a shot glass, it is extremely volatile and can knock you out. He was a very handsome young man, and I know he had a few girls well, but he used to scare me, and I tried my best to swallow my fear, but I believe he was attuned to it, so I used to bluff with a rapidly beating heart.
M stayed for one week. She was a very small indian woman that looked like 10 years old. If I am correct, she is about four feet 6 inches, with an extremely tiny frame. She is actually twenty. She had many, many issues, and ...I don't know...she just had...these massive eyes that seemingly did not blink. When she watched you, she watched you and only you. She reminded me of the movie "the Orphan", and she even bore some resemblance to the star of the show, Elizabeth Furman, only with larger eyes. Physically, she was too small for the job, and a frozen package of fries to her was like you lifting an average sized stove. Her tiny fingers would go white from the strain of lifting the bag. She also used to smoke on her breaks, but she hid from the manager at those times.
I gave you an eye full today. If I got the fuel I will write on the management tomorrow. Meanwhile I am tired.
I started my job with a K, he is a young man and is quite the prankster. I was also an unwilling victim of his pranks and they are very harmless. Although, they do leave you in fits of laughter. He is quite observant and gives people names based on what he sees, like "Darth Vader", "B.Attack", and "Slow Motion". He is very cool and calm, and he takes a while to get angry. If he is angry, he is very quiet, and you can't get a peep out of him.
There is another K. He is a good looking fellow only in his teens, and yet he has this ability to shoulder responsibility. I found out that he is up for Supervisor position, and I believe he would be very good there. However, he has other plans like becoming a Policeman or a Firefighter, and he is working towards those goals. I wish him all the best. He is also very playful, and I have also been a victim of some of his pranks. When he is in the Customer Service section, he is very professional and can cash and assemble a customer's meal in under one minute, a very efficient worker.
Then there is D. She has been working there for a few years. She is usually the cashier, but for now she letting the "newlings" take the helm of the Customer Service section for a bit. She speaks her mind very boldly, and is not afraid to do so. She hardly ever smiles, and is very direct in dealing with both customers and fellow employees alike, sometimes this results in verbal altercations and death threats, some of which she has received to her face. I am very afraid for her, but I am confused by her "Superman" resilience by not being fazed by the death threats she has received. I personally witnessed one by a very tall, wildly gesticulating customer who threatened that if he sees her on the street he will shoot her. I was very worried by this.
C has been working there for under 10 years. She sometimes makes the cole slaw, which fellow coworkers have said is very delicious. She comes to work very early in the morning, and she changes into her uniform at the restaurant. She has this love for gladiator sandals (which I absolutely despise), and she does her weaves every two weeks. This week she is sporting a two toned copper and black look. I like it. She also does the chicken and assists the 'KFChicklins" on their new roles in the restaurant. As regards opinion, she is very reserved, and its pretty hard to know what she is thinking. Sometimes she would talk, but she does not say much. She smiles a-plenty, and you know she thinks about many things, but she rarely shows it. Its like this, she comes to work, does her job, then changes her uniform into street clothes and goes to pick up her daughter. If you talk to her, you feel comfortable, she has this kind of charm, that even male customers are attracted to, and they openly flirt with her. One customer, I saw was so smitten, he used really stale lyrics, and she simply responded to them, but her never got her phone number. He really tried, and never took his eyes off her.
W is a teen with two kids. She fries the chicken perfectly. Personally, I doubt that restaurant could do without her, and if she leaves she would be hard to replace. I would call her the "Golden Employee". Most times she would fry chicken for two shifts, and is one of the most hardworking employees in the restaurant. I would assist her when I have nothing much to do, and she is a little grateful. Sometimes, she is so tired, and during breaks, she sleeps soundly, when she gets up her eyes are red. I told her, "If you find something better, go do it, don't stay here forever". "Oh I will, that is for sure", she replies. She has this sort of shuffling walk, which becomes slower when she is tired. She knows everything about the store and is very observant. She smiles very toothy, especially, when she is whispering something to someone. She is quite smart, and I feel that she is underestimated sometimes. If she opens a food stall I would definitely buy from her, she is really good.
A is a rastaman. He does not say anything at all, and almost always looks angry. You, only know when he is not angry when he is talking to you with a slight smile, which shows his long, spacey teeth. He speaks his mind as well, but in a three to five word sentence. To really imagine it, insert two curse words into the short sentences, and imagine him angry. He works a couple of small jobs here and there outside the restaurant, and has a very piercing look. Apparently, A and W are an item. At the restaurant, they communicate without speaking, their bodies "speak to each other" while they are working, so I guess there is definitely a connection there.
P is a newbie. She is also related to C. She is is a voracious worker, and believes she knows everything, even on the first day of the job. And, boy, she can quarrell, and she goes on and on and on. We talk sometimes, but she pry's into your business, and has already gotten into some difficulties with some of her fellow employees. You can tell when she is gossiping about you, or when she is jealous. She is very aggressive and is a kind of nervy-under-her-breath-cursing twenty-something year old. She is not very well liked, but because she is related to C who is close to the manager, so she has an advantage over the rest of us, and I guess this gives her the fuel to act the way she does. I don't mind so much dealing with her, but I will not stay wherever she is, as I perceive her to be 'dangerous'. Trouble almost always follows her.
F is a newbie. F is also deaf. She has a beautiful smile and strong facial features. She would do well as a face model. She mainly cleans the customer area and the restrooms, and she is exceptional at it. She was told to work the customer service area and she declined, stating that she was very shy. Ha! She is very bold and very intelligent, and playful. She makes my day, sometimes, and she is very funny and very hardworking. She has three kids and a deaf rasta boyfriend. About the kids, if you saw her, you would not believe she has children, you would see, but you would not believe.
N is a newbie. She is tall, black and slender with a long pretty face. She has this graceful way of moving, and she moves...so...slow. K calls her "Slow Motion". She also has an aggressive streak, but rarely shows it. You only know when she steups. Its a long drawn out steups. Ssssssssssttttttttttttteeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuupppppppsssssss. You only know she talks, when she is on her cell phone. She has the potential to become a model, and she is also in her teens. She is one of six children and does not live too far from the restaurant. I doubt she is aware of her beauty, sometimes, male customers in the line would just stare at her. From the outside of the Customer Service area, you would see a very tall dark slim girl bagging the fries, she looks at you with her large white eyes and you are mesmerized. And she has this way of looking at you...its a shy come hither look, quite inviting and bored at the same time. Eventually, you get bored with looking at her, and you begin to yawn. Its a fleeting moment.
Newbies who left
R. R stole money from a fellow employee the very first day on the job. The...very...first...day. She is a tiny person with what we call locally, "bandy" legs. Don't let her smallness fool you, she is very, very loud. She was very hardworking, but the stealing incident was never forgotten, and it was a mark that sort of stayed with her for her entire short career at KFC. She is quite young, and has a son, I think he is still a baby. She left abruptly, why, I don't know. Her mother came one afternoon to buy a Munch pack, I served her, and asked for R, she told me that her grandson was ill and R took him to the doctor, I listened for a while and sent my regards to R through her mother. Looking at the mother I can see they have a very hard life, and that that stealing incident is probably showing the inner conflict that R faces on a daily basis. Sometimes, I wish I had spoken to her more often, but I really hate other people touching my stuff, and the thought of R doing so was more than enough for me to avoid any long conversations with her. My heart does pity her, and I feel, that she needs guidance, someone to really love and care fore her. Plus, she did not like me too much.
K (yep this is the third guy named K), was a smoker. And he smoked weed. I know because I smelled it on his breath. It seems he had some mental problems, and sometimes just a look would send him into a cursing frenzy. I was afraid of him. One time he asked me if I ever got robbed. Another time he passed so close to me, I think he put his hand on my butt. He told me he used to work at a funeral home and that many of the gangsters that were dead lying on the hot asphalt were picked up by him. He told me that he even dressed his grandfather in a coffin. We spoke about how the body moves after death, and he told me he has seen some strange things. I asked him why he left. He told me dealing with the dead got to him and he tripped. One day, he went to a bar and drank straight Puncheon Rum. Now, if you ever drank Puncheon Rum straight from a shot glass, it is extremely volatile and can knock you out. He was a very handsome young man, and I know he had a few girls well, but he used to scare me, and I tried my best to swallow my fear, but I believe he was attuned to it, so I used to bluff with a rapidly beating heart.
M stayed for one week. She was a very small indian woman that looked like 10 years old. If I am correct, she is about four feet 6 inches, with an extremely tiny frame. She is actually twenty. She had many, many issues, and ...I don't know...she just had...these massive eyes that seemingly did not blink. When she watched you, she watched you and only you. She reminded me of the movie "the Orphan", and she even bore some resemblance to the star of the show, Elizabeth Furman, only with larger eyes. Physically, she was too small for the job, and a frozen package of fries to her was like you lifting an average sized stove. Her tiny fingers would go white from the strain of lifting the bag. She also used to smoke on her breaks, but she hid from the manager at those times.
I gave you an eye full today. If I got the fuel I will write on the management tomorrow. Meanwhile I am tired.
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