Her best friendship with the manager, mainly
Honestly, I work really hard, and any of my colleagues would vouch for it, but I assure you she’s constantly complaining about me and others since I get pulled aside for what I feel are very unreasonable complaints which only she would notice (on a busy closing shift I forgot to restock the milk in the fridge near the coffee machine once, the milk was literally in the second fridge in the kitchen and would have taken her 3 seconds to restock herself, instead she immediately complains. Even though openers are in half an hour before open and restocking is supposed to be an as you notice it thing, it isn’t specific to closing duties)
She always eats pieces of halloumi cheese off of the salads, which is also an expensive ingredient, while enforcing the ban on staff meals so no one can ask for theirs before she leaves. Super hypocritical because she will do what she wants when it suits her like eat the stock but if she sees anyone asking the chef for food or eating kitchen food without paying she goes directly to management. Meanwhile the chef knows how much food we have and there’s always waste (they refuse to order less) and the staff meals come out to pennies so it’s just an annoying situation where we have to sneak around her while also biting our tongue about her behaviour
Definitely relate to not quite fitting in with either culture! I’m grateful for the perspective my heritage has given me on national identity and how I view different customs as a whole, because I think it has made me more understanding of others. But I definitely feel most understood myself when with other people who are dual identity, no matter what those identities are - there are definitely common threads we all share, from trying to fit in and camouflage to the dissonance we feel when considering what it would be like to move back to our country of origin
I am a woman, but other than that bang on
Maybe because they’re both island nations with an isolationist culture, but there are definitely parallels to be drawn between the treatment foreigners get in the UK and in Japan. Growing up, being Polish was the identity others assigned to me and how they identified me and the main way in which I was described, and people make a lot of assumptions about me based on it. I used to get asked if I was Jewish a lot growing up because I have pretty stereotypically Slavic features, for example, and one time a teacher described me as “sallow skinned” after seeing I have an ethnic name on the school register.
Will I ever be seen as truly British?
https://lemmy.world/post/15180432
Will I ever be seen as truly British? - Lemmy.World
My family immigrated to the UK from Poland when I was six. I’m 20 now, speak
much better English than Polish and feel like this is my land/culture. However I
have a Polish first and last name, Polish passport and “unique” accent everyone
picks up on, so despite this I’m usually perceived as an outsider. It makes me
really sad because I don’t “belong” in Poland anymore either. Everything seems
so complicated especially as I’ve gotten older with having to get the right
documentation for work and opening a bank account and etc also… Not even sure if
I can vote in the next general election even though I feel like I should be able
to? I’ve had a few nasty instances of being told to go back to my own country,
even had a conker thrown at my head while a boy yelled Polski at me in year 11,
and tbh even just been seen as a novelty and being asked to say something in
Polish has gotten really old. I guess I’m just wondering if I’ll ever truly fit
in. For some context, I grew up in North England and now live in Wales
It’s awful. She calls me “flower” and refers to workers she can boss about as “good girls” yet pretends she’s the only one who actually works in the place. Wow I needed that vent
Honestly not sure how I’d be able to prove anything so far as reporting goes
