Monday, April 11, 2011
The Land Of Denial
That damn place is going to give me heart failure, I swear.
This whole week, Bitch has been on vacation so it’s been relatively peaceful and nothing has been blown way out of proportion. In fact, most things have been kept on the down low if the person wants it that way.
One person who likes to keep things private is Bride. It’s one of the main reasons we get along so well. She understands that I don’t like my personal business, real or speculated, broadcast all over the place as she is the same.
Bride works at the store and in that store is an espresso machine, (notice it is spelled with an ‘s’ and not a fucking ‘x’). I used to work at SBC in Seattle, making those ridiculous lattes and espressos all day long. I also know that the damn machine was down at waist level, NOT up above our heads. The one at the store is up above our heads...that is, for those of us who are shorter which most of the females are.
Anyway, Bride hates making espressos because she is too short to see what she’s doing because the fucking machine is placed too high and she ends up getting milk or coffee everywhere when making lattes or cappuccinos. She has expressed this countless times that she cannot see what she’s doing, that’s why she hates making them. She says she’ll sell anything in that store but please, don’t make her make a damn drink for someone.
The other day, she was making someone a stupid ass latte and sure as shit, because the damn machine is placed too high, she once again could not see what she was doing. Next thing she knew, there was hot milk all over the place, mostly all over her hand.
I was out in the back area when she walked out and told me she had just burned her hand. Let me say this, Bride? She doesn’t complain. If she is complaining about her hand hurting and burning, you can bet your ass that her hand is hurting and burning, bad. She had asked the boss for some burn cream and was promptly ignored. She found some antibiotic ointment and put that on her hand before coming to the back area where I was.
I told her to wipe that off and went inside to ask the boss if we had any burn cream. See, we have two first aid kits. We have one on the wall in the kitchen area and one in the office. We are not allowed to use anything out of the one on the wall. That is there for decoration, apparently. (It’s there because they have to have one displayed but they are so cheap they don’t want to replace anything in it so don’t fucking touch it!) I was told we didn’t have any. I was asked why I needed it. I told the boss that Bride had burned her hand making a latte. He asked how could that even happen. I ignored him and went and looked in the office. No burn cream.
You know what? Fuck this shit. I don’t give a fuck, I’m using the shit in the kit on the wall and you can piss off.
I got the burn cream out of the kit on the wall and brought it out to Bride. I applied it all over the back of her hand, the palm of her hand and her wrist. You could see it already turning bright red. I then told her it should be wrapped. She didn’t want to have it wrapped because she didn’t want the boss giving her the stink eye all day. I told her it was her choice but I really thought it should be wrapped. Finally she was convinced and I went and got some gauze and wrapped her hand.
While I was wrapping her hand the boss decided to make an appearance and asked, again, how could that even happen. Mind you, it was not with a voice of concern or care, it was as apathetic as one could get. He didn’t even walk over to look at her hand, just came out the door and stood there asking us that. Then walked back inside. Nice.
Bride got all wrapped up and thanked me profusely, (stop it), and commenced to work the rest of the day. Towards the end of the day, there was a small blister forming on her hand.
When she got home her kids made her go to the hospital. She went and when she came in to work today she had a new wrap around her hand. I knew it was a pretty bad burn, maybe a 2nd degree but I had no idea how bad it really was.
MEANWHILE, all day the boss kept making snotty remarks about how it could even happen, it’s not hard to make a latte, a child can make a latte...blah, blah, blah.
At some point in the day, Bride and I were in the kitchen area and she said that she thought she needed to change the wrap. I asked to look at her hand and she pulled back the old gauze.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!
Dudes...the skin on her hand was all blistered up and GRAY! MOTHER FUCKING GRAY! Dead fucking skin. That is how badly she had been burned. And I’m not talking about just a small splash, a little droplet, the ENTIRE BACK OF HER HAND is bubbled up and gray and the blisters are popping.
Unfuckingbelievable.
I was immediately livid. I was pissed at the fucking callous attitude from the boss, mocking her, acting like she got a slight sting of hot liquid...she was fucking burned badly and her skin was dying. ASSHOLE!
I told her that she needed to let the boss know. She didn’t want to do that. I told her, through clenched teeth, “Go. Fucking. Show. Him! This is bullshit!”
She didn’t want to.
I started to pull her by her sleeve. She said my name, begging me not to do that, resisting. I said it again, “GO FUCKING SHOW HIM! He has to see that!”
She started to cry. She was in a lot of pain, she knew it was bad and she knew her boss doesn’t give a flying fuck. I told her because it happened at work, she was going to show him what it looked like.
She sighed. Gathered herself and went to the boss and asked if there was any more gauze. He walked towards the office to look. I motioned to her with my head and eyes and clenched mouth, “Go fucking follow him and show him!!!!!!”
She went.
I was so fucking furious I walked outside to cool down lest I follow them in to the office and go off...thereby losing my job.
Next thing I knew, Bride is in her truck, leaving work.
YAH, ASSHOLE! It was real, did you see that? Remember all that mocking? How about that? Remember that? How’s that callous fucking attitude working for you, huh? You don’t want anyone to ever claim workman’s comp when they get hurt and I don’t think most people do, I didn’t even when I was smashed between two boats....to which I remember you were quite the cold prick then, too, but sometimes? Sometimes it’s gonna have to be done because sometimes, things happen at work that could have been avoided.
I’m still mad all these hours later. Those people are rude, obnoxious, cold hearted, uncaring, unempathetic, cheap and just all around abusive. It’s enough. ENOUGH!
I cannot stand people who act like that and unfortunately, it’s not just the boss, it’s almost every last one of them out there. Almost every person who works there acts like that and I am over it.
I’m working hard to find a way to make a change. That place is extremely unhealthy. And this just illustrates one of the reasons why.
