u/Ok_Dragonfly5458

Let’s start this out with some context.  I (48F) have been working in food service for over 20 years.  It’s been mostly working for pizza places.  I can’t legally say the names but the three main national chains.  I have worked for all of them at various points.  

When I first started with the first pizza chain, there was a note at the bottom of the schedule that said that off time is subject to business.  Meaning, if I’m scheduled off at 6pm and we were busy, then I wasn’t getting off work on time.  I was conditioned to believe this was okay.  

There was also the policy of cross training on every single job in the store.  Everywhere I’ve worked, I knew how to do everything that needed to be done within a few months of starting.  As the opening driver, I would have prep that needed to be done for the day.  It was always required that I get the prep done before I was allowed to leave for the day.  Sometimes that would mean staying late because we got hit with deliveries as soon as we opened and it went all day until my scheduled off time.  The managers would never let anyone else help me with the prep.   

The prep was the job of the opening drivers.  

At my current job, the opening drivers are required to do the prep and take out the trash.  If there is time, they have to do the morning dishes as well.  The dishes are the lowest priority on the list, though.  When I am the second opening driver, I have no problem coming in and helping with the prep.  The first driver is usually scheduled at 1030 and the second is usually scheduled at 11 so it makes sense that the prep wouldn’t be completely done.  I take over what isn’t done and get that taken care of.  Because I’ve been doing this for so long, I can usually get the prep done faster than most of the other drivers.  

The thing is, often when I am scheduled in at 3pm or 5pm, I come in and the trash hasn’t been taken out and the prep isn’t completely finished.  This is even when it’s slow.  It’s been going on the whole six years I have worked for this particular pizza chain.  So what I will usually do is as soon as I’m on the clock, I will help finish up prep or I’ll take out the trash or both.  Well, the other day I came in and it had been slow all day.  I got to work at three and didn’t even take my first delivery until nearly 4.  

There was still a lot of the prep that needed to be done and the trash had not been taken out.  They hadn’t even broken down the boxes from the night before.  This time after I clocked in I sorted some of the dishes and one of the opening drivers asked me which part of the prep I wanted to do.  I said I don’t really care.  This driver chose something and got to work.  I did take the time to break down all the boxes and get the trash taken out.  However,  I am very tired of having to do the opening drivers jobs.  Especially since I have to finish the prep myself when I’m behind.  I noticed that the manager and the three cooks were just sitting in the back talking or playing on their phones so I decided to join them.  

The driver that asked me which prep I wanted to help with went on a delivery.  When said driver got back, I was asked if the prep had gotten done and the manager said “No, you still need to finish it.”  And this driver was like “It still needs to be done?!”  And stormed off to take care of it.  The rest of the night this driver was super pissy with me.  Snapping at me, asking “Is someone going to take that delivery?!”  When it had only been out of the oven for like thirty seconds.  That kind of thing.  Just started to treat me horribly all because I didn’t finish their job for them.  

So, AITA for actually making my coworker do their job?  

I've been watching a lot of wedding videos and it reminded me of a wedding I went to when I was 15.

A little context that I promise is relevant. In 1993, my parents joined the Moose Lodge. Think Elks Lodge but different antlered animal. My dad is the kind of person that can just walk into a room and instantly have 12 new best friends without even trying. This is how, less than a year later, I ended up invited to and attending this wedding. My dad was best friends with the groom's father.

Now, to the wedding. The groom, who we will call R, was 24 years old. The bride, who we will call M, was 15 years old. Yes, you read that correctly. She was 15. The reason for the wedding? Her parents found out about the relationship and said you will either marry our daughter or we will file statutory r**e charges against you. Since R didn't want to go to jail, he agreed to the wedding.

M and her mother did most of the wedding planning. The venue? The Moose Lodge. She had this beautiful dress and a wonderful cake and the flowers were gorgeous. Let's forget the fact that it was taking place on the dance floor of the bar of the Moose Lodge for just a second.

Apparently R had a really big problem with the fact that M and her mother were doing most of the wedding planning. M, sadly, was the more mature of the two. The wedding day came and everything looked wonderful. Until R and his groomsmen came into the bar for the wedding.

They decided that in retaliation for not being included in the wedding planning that they would show up wearing white shorts with sneakers, teal short sleeve button up shirts, and pink panther ties. Yes, ties with the pink panther on them. On top of that, the groom's cake was literally a Walmart special with Donatello on it. Yes, that Donatello. Like I said, M was the more mature of the two.

When it came time for the wedding toast, the groom's father tried to make sure that I had a glass of champagne since I was fifteen and the bride was also fifteen and that would be only fair. That's when I learned I do not like the taste of champagne.

The last I heard about either of them was about fifteen years ago and the information given was that they were still together and had like three kids. I could be wrong. But yeah. I thought you guys would like to hear that wedding story.

I've been having a Charlotte video marathon and most of the have been wedding videos and it reminded me of a wedding I went to when I was 15.

A little context that I promise is relevant. In 1993, my parents joined the Moose Lodge. Think Elks Lodge but different antlered animal. My dad is the kind of person that can just walk into a room and instantly have 12 new best friends without even trying. This is how, less than a year later, I ended up invited to and attending this wedding. My dad was best friends with the groom's father.

Now, to the wedding. The groom, who we will call R, was 24 years old. The bride, who we will call M, was 15 years old. Yes, you read that correctly. She was 15. The reason for the wedding? Her parents found out about the relationship and said you will either marry our daughter or we will file statutory r**e charges against you. Since R didn't want to go to jail, he agreed to the wedding.

M and her mother did most of the wedding planning. The venue? The Moose Lodge. She had this beautiful dress and a wonderful cake and the flowers were gorgeous. Let's forget the fact that it was taking place on the dance floor of the bar of the Moose Lodge for just a second.

Apparently R had a really big problem with the fact that M and her mother were doing most of the wedding planning. M, sadly, was the more mature of the two. The wedding day came and everything looked wonderful. Until R and his groomsmen came into the bar for the wedding.

They decided that in retaliation for not being included in the wedding planning that they would show up wearing white shorts with sneakers, teal short sleeve button up shirts, and pink panther ties. Yes, ties with the pink panther on them. On top of that, the groom's cake was literally a Walmart special with Donatello on it. Yes, that Donatello. Like I said, M was the more mature of the two.

When it came time for the wedding toast, the groom's father tried to make sure that I had a glass of champagne since I was fifteen and the bride was also fifteen and that would be only fair. That's when I learned I do not like the taste of champagne.

The last I heard about either of them was about fifteen years ago and the information given was that they were still together and had like three kids. I could be wrong. But yeah. I thought you guys would like to hear that wedding story.