luckily, at the moment i do not work in food service, but most of my jobs were, so i'm going to share the worst stories i can remember
working at a restaurant in a theme park:
woman is ordering food, child is tugging at shirt shouting that she wants this or that or whatever, i'm taking the order and to my shock and the shock of everyone around, this woman b*tchslaps her kid and says "shut the f*ck up"
i really couldn't believe it....
also, i loved it when people would complain about the prices of food, as i recall it was 5.95 for a personal size pizza, drinks at least 2 dollars, i mean, average prices for a theme park, similar to prices for a movie theater, but really? complaining to a girl who makes 5.50 an hour about how i'm ripping them off, do you really think i have any control over that?
after i got promoted to assistant manager, i would stay in the back and cook and do paperwork (inventory and scheduling), but one day, i hear screaming up at the front at the register, so i go up to help and i'm just in time to see this lady with her three small children around scream at my friend samantha "i'm not a f*cking retard" and sam is trying to hold back tears, i tell her to go on break while i deal with the woman, i ask what's wrong and the lady is still shouting saying we're stealing her money, blah blah, turns out, sam had given the lady back her change, and the lady was convinced it was wrong, so sam starts counting it out outloud and thats when the lady starts screaming... the lady took her change from me, but i couldn't believe she would just be shouting like that with her kids around, very colorful language
and there was always the people trying to get free food, like these kids that brought us a hotdog with a penny stuck in it, saying it was like that when they got it... of course that was impossible, and luckily i was in power and told them too bad, basically
and then the guy who brought an empty pizza box, saying he got ripped off and only got one slice, nice try, you probably got the box out of the trash
one day, i was scheduled to manage the afternoon and the other asst man was supposed to work morning, well, when i show up for work, i seem him getting out of his car as well, he "forgot" that he was working the morning, even though it was always like that on sundays, since he wasn't there, they got a manager from another location to run it, but since it was later than when someone should have been there, stuff didn't get done, specifically the chili wasn't heated up for chili dogs and frito pie.... point of the story: a 6 foot man yells at a 7month pregant 5 foot woman because he has to wait 20 minutes for frito pie.... i mean really.... it was probably 11am at the time... really? does yelling at a pregnant woman make you feel more like a man
waitressing at a steakhouse:
you know how you give those stupid spiels that they make you say? ok well, i was promoting some special bar drinks and this very husky, manly man gives in a buys a ... something sunrise, can't remember the name, but it's a pink and orange drink in a girly glass with like a cherry, very girly drink... anyways, he's all embarressed when it comes out, he drinks about half of it, and then wants a refund.... whatever dude
i had just turned 18 at the time, so forgive me for not being an alcoholic, yes, as a waitress i needed to know certain things about alcohol... but i mean.. i looked young for my age, why would i know what a colorado bulldog was? apparently i should know everything and it's ok to yell at me, when i don't know, or when i'm not sure if we have JWR or JWB and i need to ask the bartender
ugh, this one is sorta my fault, i was pre-bussing tables, and we had those huge oblong shaped trays, almost as tall as me, you know? i'm walking through a crowded area, and a guy stands up behind me and his shoulder hits my tray, i try to keep it stable but i lose control and the whole tray flies forward, most of the dishes hitting the floor, but alot of food falling on this one guy, and you know that custom people have of clapping when they hear plates fall, yeah, i guess most people couldn't see what had happened, so there was massive amounts of clapping and i was so shocked and upset i started crying, with this man covered in food glaring at me, a manager had to come get me and take me to the back and sternly tell me to stop crying, the guy with food on him got his whole table's meal comped,
working in a coffeeshop:
woman comes in, orders a triple americano with two extra shots, she gets it and exclaims its not strong enough, when we try to tell her we'll make her something else, she gets all upset and says she can have it made better anywhere else.... oh well
none of these are terribly good, but it's just sad how people have such bad attitudes about everything
working at a restaurant in a theme park:
woman is ordering food, child is tugging at shirt shouting that she wants this or that or whatever, i'm taking the order and to my shock and the shock of everyone around, this woman b*tchslaps her kid and says "shut the f*ck up"
i really couldn't believe it....
also, i loved it when people would complain about the prices of food, as i recall it was 5.95 for a personal size pizza, drinks at least 2 dollars, i mean, average prices for a theme park, similar to prices for a movie theater, but really? complaining to a girl who makes 5.50 an hour about how i'm ripping them off, do you really think i have any control over that?
after i got promoted to assistant manager, i would stay in the back and cook and do paperwork (inventory and scheduling), but one day, i hear screaming up at the front at the register, so i go up to help and i'm just in time to see this lady with her three small children around scream at my friend samantha "i'm not a f*cking retard" and sam is trying to hold back tears, i tell her to go on break while i deal with the woman, i ask what's wrong and the lady is still shouting saying we're stealing her money, blah blah, turns out, sam had given the lady back her change, and the lady was convinced it was wrong, so sam starts counting it out outloud and thats when the lady starts screaming... the lady took her change from me, but i couldn't believe she would just be shouting like that with her kids around, very colorful language
and there was always the people trying to get free food, like these kids that brought us a hotdog with a penny stuck in it, saying it was like that when they got it... of course that was impossible, and luckily i was in power and told them too bad, basically
and then the guy who brought an empty pizza box, saying he got ripped off and only got one slice, nice try, you probably got the box out of the trash
one day, i was scheduled to manage the afternoon and the other asst man was supposed to work morning, well, when i show up for work, i seem him getting out of his car as well, he "forgot" that he was working the morning, even though it was always like that on sundays, since he wasn't there, they got a manager from another location to run it, but since it was later than when someone should have been there, stuff didn't get done, specifically the chili wasn't heated up for chili dogs and frito pie.... point of the story: a 6 foot man yells at a 7month pregant 5 foot woman because he has to wait 20 minutes for frito pie.... i mean really.... it was probably 11am at the time... really? does yelling at a pregnant woman make you feel more like a man
waitressing at a steakhouse:
you know how you give those stupid spiels that they make you say? ok well, i was promoting some special bar drinks and this very husky, manly man gives in a buys a ... something sunrise, can't remember the name, but it's a pink and orange drink in a girly glass with like a cherry, very girly drink... anyways, he's all embarressed when it comes out, he drinks about half of it, and then wants a refund.... whatever dude
i had just turned 18 at the time, so forgive me for not being an alcoholic, yes, as a waitress i needed to know certain things about alcohol... but i mean.. i looked young for my age, why would i know what a colorado bulldog was? apparently i should know everything and it's ok to yell at me, when i don't know, or when i'm not sure if we have JWR or JWB and i need to ask the bartender
ugh, this one is sorta my fault, i was pre-bussing tables, and we had those huge oblong shaped trays, almost as tall as me, you know? i'm walking through a crowded area, and a guy stands up behind me and his shoulder hits my tray, i try to keep it stable but i lose control and the whole tray flies forward, most of the dishes hitting the floor, but alot of food falling on this one guy, and you know that custom people have of clapping when they hear plates fall, yeah, i guess most people couldn't see what had happened, so there was massive amounts of clapping and i was so shocked and upset i started crying, with this man covered in food glaring at me, a manager had to come get me and take me to the back and sternly tell me to stop crying, the guy with food on him got his whole table's meal comped,
working in a coffeeshop:
woman comes in, orders a triple americano with two extra shots, she gets it and exclaims its not strong enough, when we try to tell her we'll make her something else, she gets all upset and says she can have it made better anywhere else.... oh well
none of these are terribly good, but it's just sad how people have such bad attitudes about everything
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