First and foremost---I am not trusted at my place of work for two reasons:
1. I will not take shit from other employees.
2. I have a bad habit of moving too fast and needing the manager to void things from my register. Often.
I understand that before I was employed here they didn't need keys to take items off the register and that we could insert our own coupons, but when I showed up there was a massive influx of voids and coupons that the management didn't comprehend. I take full responsibility for that, and I'm sorry. I was new to the register system and I do tend to try to go too fast sometimes.
Tonight, I was trying to help our slower-than-molasses-overtaking-a-CITY new kitchen cook with his dishes, putting them away and bringing him the others that needed done. He was being a jerk and going slow on purpose, I think. Wanted to get his hours in, I guess.
However, I came back with a pan full of water that we cook our corn ears in and he grabbed me from behind, holding my shoulders and generally restricting my movements. I told him to quit and let me go, he did, then I say: "Try that again, I dare you." I wasn't being playful. He goes in to try it again and I tossed the water over my head and pretty much soaked myself and him with nasty corny water. Then I walked away without saying anything and gave him a dirty look.
The worst part of the whole thing was, when he grabbed me he made a pelvic thrust into the general area of my behind and I did not like it. At the time I thought nothing about it, I'm used to being touched and bumping into my fellow cashiers---today I blind-sided our packer B when I walked past her and nearly threw her into the counter. Of course I apologize for that, but usually the girl cashiers shrug it off. It happens too much. After I got home and had time to think about it, I realized what he had really done and now I'm wondering if I should tell the managers about it, and ask them to speak with him about it, or if I should just ignore it and hope it's not what I think. I know that, with my reputation and my as-of-late horrible work performance (I'm fucking TIRED of working at KFC right now) that my request may not go through if I do ask.
Any suggestions? I don't want to go to the cook and talk to him because he might see it differently and/or complain about me, although I doubt that last part.
Also- We had a brood in at five minutes after closing. Doors = locked, so the brood had a tribunal meeting in the parking lot for about 20 minutes while we finished up. I was amused at this.
One of our pickier customers kept repeating that she wanted her order in a box after everything she said. No shit, lady. I'm not stupid.
And one of my DT customers told me I should "aspire to greatness" and not go about being a lifelong cashier. I was happy for a moment.
And I stabbed my CW with the tongs in her forearm by accident. Not my greatest moment there.
There was some supernatural phenomonen (spelling?) in the DT today because I swore I was talking to ghosts. You know, those people who don't answer when you repeat "Welcome to KFC, how may I help you?" every minute or so until they order. They're the ones who usually get rude at you because they don't have time to wait three minutes for some fucking popcorn chicken. One of them was a ghost entirely I think, they didn't even answer and disappeared after a minute or so.
Also, we had an older woman who obviously didn't know what the hell she was ordering. BONELESS BBQ wings are just white meat nuggets. Would that I could change the title to Boneless BBQ bites or something to that effect, I would, but I cannot, alas. She wanted regular wings, and made a point of trying to tell me this every time she interrupted me---about every three words or so I spoke---and finally I gave up and let our GM handle it. I think she was probably about 80-90 years old. Oldest customer I've ever seen.
1. I will not take shit from other employees.
2. I have a bad habit of moving too fast and needing the manager to void things from my register. Often.
I understand that before I was employed here they didn't need keys to take items off the register and that we could insert our own coupons, but when I showed up there was a massive influx of voids and coupons that the management didn't comprehend. I take full responsibility for that, and I'm sorry. I was new to the register system and I do tend to try to go too fast sometimes.
Tonight, I was trying to help our slower-than-molasses-overtaking-a-CITY new kitchen cook with his dishes, putting them away and bringing him the others that needed done. He was being a jerk and going slow on purpose, I think. Wanted to get his hours in, I guess.
However, I came back with a pan full of water that we cook our corn ears in and he grabbed me from behind, holding my shoulders and generally restricting my movements. I told him to quit and let me go, he did, then I say: "Try that again, I dare you." I wasn't being playful. He goes in to try it again and I tossed the water over my head and pretty much soaked myself and him with nasty corny water. Then I walked away without saying anything and gave him a dirty look.
The worst part of the whole thing was, when he grabbed me he made a pelvic thrust into the general area of my behind and I did not like it. At the time I thought nothing about it, I'm used to being touched and bumping into my fellow cashiers---today I blind-sided our packer B when I walked past her and nearly threw her into the counter. Of course I apologize for that, but usually the girl cashiers shrug it off. It happens too much. After I got home and had time to think about it, I realized what he had really done and now I'm wondering if I should tell the managers about it, and ask them to speak with him about it, or if I should just ignore it and hope it's not what I think. I know that, with my reputation and my as-of-late horrible work performance (I'm fucking TIRED of working at KFC right now) that my request may not go through if I do ask.
Any suggestions? I don't want to go to the cook and talk to him because he might see it differently and/or complain about me, although I doubt that last part.
Also- We had a brood in at five minutes after closing. Doors = locked, so the brood had a tribunal meeting in the parking lot for about 20 minutes while we finished up. I was amused at this.
One of our pickier customers kept repeating that she wanted her order in a box after everything she said. No shit, lady. I'm not stupid.
And one of my DT customers told me I should "aspire to greatness" and not go about being a lifelong cashier. I was happy for a moment.
And I stabbed my CW with the tongs in her forearm by accident. Not my greatest moment there.
There was some supernatural phenomonen (spelling?) in the DT today because I swore I was talking to ghosts. You know, those people who don't answer when you repeat "Welcome to KFC, how may I help you?" every minute or so until they order. They're the ones who usually get rude at you because they don't have time to wait three minutes for some fucking popcorn chicken. One of them was a ghost entirely I think, they didn't even answer and disappeared after a minute or so.
Also, we had an older woman who obviously didn't know what the hell she was ordering. BONELESS BBQ wings are just white meat nuggets. Would that I could change the title to Boneless BBQ bites or something to that effect, I would, but I cannot, alas. She wanted regular wings, and made a point of trying to tell me this every time she interrupted me---about every three words or so I spoke---and finally I gave up and let our GM handle it. I think she was probably about 80-90 years old. Oldest customer I've ever seen.
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