July 25, 2006--Quitting Taco Bell

I am now an official SAHM! I quit my job last night. I had been down to ten hours a week anyway, and this last week she forgot about me and didn't even put me on the schedule. So I haven't worked all week and I was getting used to it. Then I made plans to go on a trip to Lake Michigan with my sister Saturday, and then remembered that the new schedule would be up and I was probably on it. So I quit my job. I've been wanting to quit for weeks. Erick has been hesitant to let me, but he finally gave me the okay. He kind of got used to me sharing the financial burden for the last four years, and to bear it all himself again was scary for him. He just got paid a lot of money for a roofing job, and he's got more lined up, so it's not like we need my income anyway. He was veiwing it as a security of some sort, something to fall back on if he didn't get work to do. I made it clear that I wasn't going to be homeschooling this year and working at the same time. I've done that long enough and it's time to turn my full attention to schooling. I've had so much trouble with this Taco Bell anyway. I didn't enjoy working there at all. They don't even care about customer service. In our old store, if we ran out of hot soft taco shells (they take an hour to heat up) we'd steam them individually so the customer gets a soft, warm taco shell instead of a cold, tough one. At this store they just grab a pack off the shelf and use them as is. They don't care. If the customer complains they'll fix it, but they just don't care. They hand food out the drive-through window and don't say a word. No "Thank you" or "Have a nice day." The customer is lucky if they even say a word to them! If you do bring back your food and ask them to fix it, you are likely to hear someone yelling with plenty of cuss words "What do you mean, they want a new Mexican Pizza? There was nothing wrong with that one!" They would never water down the refried beans and they would get so hard and dry you could barely swallow them. The employees just ate whatever they wanted and never paid for it. They wasted so much food because they made it wrong, and then wonder why food costs were high. They had no idea how to even interpret the labor scale, and our labor was always high and they didn't think anything was wrong with it. Oh, I could go on for a long time about all the problems this store had. I'm just glad I don't work there anymore.