Absolutely and I've generally worked in higher end food. Sometimes this isn't because of the current job but a mindset that people carry over from other jobs. I've got a lot of leeway and am usually the one running expo and calling orders and keeping times in check and if anything the issue is with things coming too early. They aren't even cutting corners (for the most part, I'm a bit of a quality control nerd cause these people are paying like $30 with tax and tip for an 11" pizza, let's not rip them off even more) the food quality is perfectly fine but this idea that you need to do everything at top speed and never just chill is a thing. Which is even sillier cause it doesn't come from management. Me and the chef will just hang out and drink coffee and talk star trek when it's dead and he encourages people to relax when it's slow cause you'll wish you did when it gets busy again. We had to make breaks mandatory cause I was the only one taking them cause I smoke. Society of control ect.
The proletarian is conditioned to believe that (s/)he is useless, that his thoughts have no worth, that his body is nothing more than a tool for his job, that the only valuable thing he can do is submit himself to an employer through labor. Any future is bleak and unappealing to her, she is discouraged from any aspiration longer than a month away, she is corralled into channels of cheap consumption; on the job she merely counts down the time until the end of her shift, with her one wish being that the time- the substance of her own life- would drain away faster.
Absolutely and I've generally worked in higher end food. Sometimes this isn't because of the current job but a mindset that people carry over from other jobs. I've got a lot of leeway and am usually the one running expo and calling orders and keeping times in check and if anything the issue is with things coming too early. They aren't even cutting corners (for the most part, I'm a bit of a quality control nerd cause these people are paying like $30 with tax and tip for an 11" pizza, let's not rip them off even more) the food quality is perfectly fine but this idea that you need to do everything at top speed and never just chill is a thing. Which is even sillier cause it doesn't come from management. Me and the chef will just hang out and drink coffee and talk star trek when it's dead and he encourages people to relax when it's slow cause you'll wish you did when it gets busy again. We had to make breaks mandatory cause I was the only one taking them cause I smoke. Society of control ect.
The proletarian is conditioned to believe that (s/)he is useless, that his thoughts have no worth, that his body is nothing more than a tool for his job, that the only valuable thing he can do is submit himself to an employer through labor. Any future is bleak and unappealing to her, she is discouraged from any aspiration longer than a month away, she is corralled into channels of cheap consumption; on the job she merely counts down the time until the end of her shift, with her one wish being that the time- the substance of her own life- would drain away faster.
That's what I keep telling them!