Now before I start with this rant I have to say that some amount of anal retentive behavior is obviously beneficial when working in kitchens, deli's and other food service establishments. You don't want someone with poor hygiene cooking your food, and you certainly don't want your vegtables prepared next to raw chicken or fish. A certain amount of OCD behavior is neccessary and even required by law to some extent. What isn't beneficial to a kitchen or resturaunt, is when one employee demands that everything be done her way, even if it means sacrificing efficiency and productivity. Take Mary Jane for instance, one of my co-workers at the health center who works the 7-1pm shift. Her real name is not Mary Jane, but I'll call her that on this blog from now on because that's exactly what she needs; A nice big blunt full of Mary Jane to calm her spastic ass down. From the first day I started this job, everyone warned me about Mary Jane and her OCD. At first I thought that everyone was just over reacting. After all, I too can seem OCD when I'm in the kitchen, that's how focused I get. However Mary Jane proved me wrong. Not only does she obsess over the littlest things, while neglecting her main job duties (like, oh I don't know... feeding the residents!) but she is the biggest whining bitch I have ever met. She hates her job, and laments on how little she's paid, without taking into account the fact that she has the easiest shift in the whole department. Anyway... Mary Jane likes to touch things that don't need to be touched, and that she has no right touching in the first place. Take for example yesterday, where she threw out the schedule for the week, even though it was still valid, until the end of the night. At first I didn't think much of it. Then the person who is supposed to work the dinner shift with me never showed. I was left by myself to plate and serve three course meals to 35 residents, clean both the dinning room and kitchen, as well as set both up for the morning shift. Because I didn't have the schedule I didn't know who was supposed to work. Because I didn't know who was supposed to work I didn't know who to call. The only other copy of the schedule was in the (locked) managers office. And I couldn't call the main kitchen and have them pick the lock because that would take too much time. Time that I didn't have because I was by myself that night and doing the job of two people. Do you see the catch 22? Do you see where this bitch fucked me over last night? I'm not even mad at the person who didn't show up last night, whoever they are. Because more than likely, it was an honest mistake, one that I myself have made before. If I had the weeks schedule on hand, I would've been able to call that person and tell them to come in. But I can't exactly call someone and tell them to come in when I don't know whether or not they were supposed to work in the first place. This is just one of many moments where Mary Janes OCD has gotten in the way of productivity of the entire kitchen. The same day this happened, she threw a bitch fit at me because I routinely use one of the bigger carts for my prep work. Her logic is that she needs half a dozen carts to clear an eight table dining room that sits 30 people. My common sense, based on experience is that she only needs one, maybe two, carts to clear said dining hall, provided she take 30 seconds to sort the dishes, thus making room for all the tables to be cleared. But don't ever tell Mary Jane that, she'd rather cave to her own selfish needs and organize the world the way she wants, than the way that's most beneficial for staff and residents. | 
