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Oh. My. God. Just got off of my last shift, (at a different store, no less) and dear lord did it not make we want to go back there. I take back every bad thing I've said and thought about my store. Bring on the nicely dressed, passive agressive office people! Bring on the drunks and stoners getting out of class! Anything but the shit I just went through.
This is not my store
So, I'm filling in at another store in our town on a major highway just off of I-75. This highway is currently getting worked on as well, so there are detours and road closures. And apparently, it's all my fault. I don't know how, or why, but it is apparently. Had these thrown at me tonight-
-"Why is the road closed?! I need to get (somewhere that has absolutely nothing to do with this road at all, nor does it lead to that destination) and I can't because YOU decided to close it. *granted, I worked for ODOT 2 YEARS AGO, but even if I did, it still wouldn't be my fault, so wtf can I do about it?
-"There's so much noise! Why can't you tell them to stop? *Again, not my job anymore. Also, I'm not their boss, so I couldn't even if I wanted to. And, if ya'll want this road fixed, you're going to have to deal with it!
-"Fuck, I hate construction! (then looks to me to agree, which I do hate it, but it's necassary, so I deal with it, so should you) *This is OHIO people! We have the four seasons of: almost winter, winter, still winter, and construction, you should have seen this coming!
Coffee Nazis
For those of you who didn't read my posts from when I was a waitress, let me tell you the tale of Coffee Nazis. They are the jittery, usually old people who demand to have coffee at all times, always fresh, etc. Now, here's the 2.0 version. They are still slightly older, demand fresh coffee at a moments notice, but wait until you are the busiest to act like this. They know you're working alone and have other things more important to do, but they're at the gas station going to their "real jobs" (OH, didn't miss that comment!) and need it right this second or they'll fuck you so hard in the customer surveys that you'll walk funky for a week. Now, we are to adhere to this, with fresh brewed coffee constantly. But when I've got 3 food orders, two latte orders, and a entire cafe to clean, it's going to be a friggin minute until I can get another pot going. Not to mention, there's a whole pot right in front of your ugly face!
SC: But, this isn't fresh enough
Me: *I really did lose my temper at this point because I was running around trying to find shit in a different store that was nowhere near as organized as ours* Well, ma'am it's going to be a few minutes, I need to serve these people their food before I can get a brand new pot going. Take it or leave it! *and i stormed off back to getting the food around*
She left in a huff, but everyone waiting cheered, saying she was bitch and what the hell's the difference?
Angus Guy
So we just started a new thing in the cafe. New as in, just last week. It's an angus burger and I had never made one before. Plus, again, I didn't know the store and couldn't find the patties when I needed it. An older gentleman (a regular I guessed) ordered a sub and I was preparing it when a black man (relevant) came up two minutes later and ordered the burger. So, I finish up with the other man's sandwich and go in search of the patties. I'm looking in the coolers under the sub station when he leans over and yells "Hey! How long is this gonna take!?"
Me: Just a few minutes sir, I need to find the patties. This isn't my regular store, so I'm not sure where anything is.
AG: Well hurry up man, I got shit to do!
A minute later, same thing "How long is it going to be?"
I repeat the above and he starts sighing and mumbling and muttering what sounded suspiciously like "dumb bitch" several times. Not even 30 seconds later, he just throws his hands up in the air and exclaims, "Man fuck this! this stupid white bitch ain't making my sandwich cause I'm black. Fuck this place, I want my money back!"
The cashier refunds his money, but states he is no longer welcome in the store for using that language and implying I was racist. He then pulls the race card again and seems like he's about to rev up when a Sheriff walks in. He shuts his mouth and walks out without another word.
I mean seriously? You waited not even three minutes, I was working on another order before that, and I explained that I wasn't familiar with this store, wtf more do you want from me? You want my first born, that's fine, cause I'm not having one so it works out in the end, for me at least. Fuck!
I have another shift there tonight. Oh God, kill me now! The road is (supposed) to be open by tomorrow, which means even more hell to deal with, oh joy. I need sleep and booze, but booze will have to come later. now, to tend to the new burn on my arm and my throbbing feet, then to bed! And then class. And then work again. And then class again...*whimper*
This is not my store
So, I'm filling in at another store in our town on a major highway just off of I-75. This highway is currently getting worked on as well, so there are detours and road closures. And apparently, it's all my fault. I don't know how, or why, but it is apparently. Had these thrown at me tonight-
-"Why is the road closed?! I need to get (somewhere that has absolutely nothing to do with this road at all, nor does it lead to that destination) and I can't because YOU decided to close it. *granted, I worked for ODOT 2 YEARS AGO, but even if I did, it still wouldn't be my fault, so wtf can I do about it?
-"There's so much noise! Why can't you tell them to stop? *Again, not my job anymore. Also, I'm not their boss, so I couldn't even if I wanted to. And, if ya'll want this road fixed, you're going to have to deal with it!
-"Fuck, I hate construction! (then looks to me to agree, which I do hate it, but it's necassary, so I deal with it, so should you) *This is OHIO people! We have the four seasons of: almost winter, winter, still winter, and construction, you should have seen this coming!
Coffee Nazis
For those of you who didn't read my posts from when I was a waitress, let me tell you the tale of Coffee Nazis. They are the jittery, usually old people who demand to have coffee at all times, always fresh, etc. Now, here's the 2.0 version. They are still slightly older, demand fresh coffee at a moments notice, but wait until you are the busiest to act like this. They know you're working alone and have other things more important to do, but they're at the gas station going to their "real jobs" (OH, didn't miss that comment!) and need it right this second or they'll fuck you so hard in the customer surveys that you'll walk funky for a week. Now, we are to adhere to this, with fresh brewed coffee constantly. But when I've got 3 food orders, two latte orders, and a entire cafe to clean, it's going to be a friggin minute until I can get another pot going. Not to mention, there's a whole pot right in front of your ugly face!
SC: But, this isn't fresh enough
Me: *I really did lose my temper at this point because I was running around trying to find shit in a different store that was nowhere near as organized as ours* Well, ma'am it's going to be a few minutes, I need to serve these people their food before I can get a brand new pot going. Take it or leave it! *and i stormed off back to getting the food around*
She left in a huff, but everyone waiting cheered, saying she was bitch and what the hell's the difference?
Angus Guy
So we just started a new thing in the cafe. New as in, just last week. It's an angus burger and I had never made one before. Plus, again, I didn't know the store and couldn't find the patties when I needed it. An older gentleman (a regular I guessed) ordered a sub and I was preparing it when a black man (relevant) came up two minutes later and ordered the burger. So, I finish up with the other man's sandwich and go in search of the patties. I'm looking in the coolers under the sub station when he leans over and yells "Hey! How long is this gonna take!?"
Me: Just a few minutes sir, I need to find the patties. This isn't my regular store, so I'm not sure where anything is.
AG: Well hurry up man, I got shit to do!
A minute later, same thing "How long is it going to be?"
I repeat the above and he starts sighing and mumbling and muttering what sounded suspiciously like "dumb bitch" several times. Not even 30 seconds later, he just throws his hands up in the air and exclaims, "Man fuck this! this stupid white bitch ain't making my sandwich cause I'm black. Fuck this place, I want my money back!"
The cashier refunds his money, but states he is no longer welcome in the store for using that language and implying I was racist. He then pulls the race card again and seems like he's about to rev up when a Sheriff walks in. He shuts his mouth and walks out without another word.
I mean seriously? You waited not even three minutes, I was working on another order before that, and I explained that I wasn't familiar with this store, wtf more do you want from me? You want my first born, that's fine, cause I'm not having one so it works out in the end, for me at least. Fuck!
I have another shift there tonight. Oh God, kill me now! The road is (supposed) to be open by tomorrow, which means even more hell to deal with, oh joy. I need sleep and booze, but booze will have to come later. now, to tend to the new burn on my arm and my throbbing feet, then to bed! And then class. And then work again. And then class again...*whimper*
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