There’s this kid at my work named Tyler and I think he hates me.
I’m good at my job, but I hate it and I think he’s picked up on that and doesn’t appreciate it. I think he also dislikes that I’m almost always hustling to get out of there when my shift ends.
Most of my co-workers are fine and it’s not the worst job I’m just tired of it and it gets in the way of getting stuff done for the wedding and it’s just kind of a gross job. I come home smelling like campfire smoke, dirty dishwater, and feet. And like all people in food service my back is trying to murder me and may eventually succeed.
Since I’ve been so annoyed by it lately I’ve decided to start changing the notices and stuff at work in order to bring myself some small, absurd, mischievous joy.
MUST BE DONE BY THE END OF YOUR SHIFT
SMUST BE DONE BY THE END OF YOUR SHIFT
QUALITY INN MAP
LOW QUALITY INN MAP
Of course I didn’t just stop there. I messed with people’s time cards too.
Most of them have gotten a good laugh out of it. But Tyler asked me about it today and I think he was really mad. He said he wasn’t, but he was pretty passive aggressive about it.