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Okay, pretty normal day, except I'm a little sick and losing my voice. Now, the fun begins.
Try listening for a change
Me: *company name*, this is HFP. How can I help you?
Person: Hi, do you have segues.
Me: ... I'm sorry what?
Person: Do you have segues.
Me: Why would anyone want to race a segue? No, I'm sorry we don't.
Person: ... those little things on two wheels you stand up on and drive around? You don't have those.
Me: No, we don't.
Person: Where is this?
Me: This is the *company name*
Person: OH, they gave me the wrong number.
... why don't they listen?
JUST TAKE YOUR FREAKING PIZZA!!eleventy!
Never fails. 95% of the time, when we call a number, it takes them 15 minutes to come up to the counter and get their food. *headcounter* We dont' have much counter space, so we'd appreciate it if you got your sh*t and got out of our hair. Kthx.
Sweet Jesus, say it ain't so
Friday and Saturday, we close at 11pm. At 10:30, I am MORE than ready to go home. Most of the customers are gone, the cleaning and stocking is done, everyone is just killing time for half an hour.
Then... THEN... a group of over 100 shows up from a church. Half and hour till closing and they want to ride and eat and basically live it up.
I have never before in my life wanted to burn down a church.
They stayed for an hour. It was like a freaking Saturday AFTERNOON! What kind of church goes out that late on a Friday? Don't you have praying to do? At LEAST have the decency to show up early enough that you can be GONE by closing time. We ended up staying open an extra half hour. As in, I didn't get cashed out until 11:30. GAWD!!! And I had to practically SHOUT across the counter to be heard, since all the games were going. I'm probably not going to have a voice tomorrow, and I can't call in because it's Saturday, and that's the busiest day of the week.
Maybe next time you should ask first...?
Right after Ye Holy Twats arrived, some other people came in and bought some tickets. After purchasing them, they asked what time we closed. "In 15 minutes", I replied. I get a STUNNED look. Apparently, the website says we're open until midnight. That should be corrected immediately, MANAGERS.
The group wisely realized that with the church there, they wouldn't be getting on the rides anytime soon. So I got a manager to give them a refund.
But next time, maybe ASK if you don't know? And THEN buy the tickets? You know, just so we don't waste 5 minutes of our respective lives.
Watch your f*cking kids!
So I'm at my register, waiting for a customer to need stuff, when I see some of the games in the next room go off. This is odd, I think. I figure I'll have to tell the maintenance guy about it. Then, from behind the games, comes a child no older than 3.
From BEHIND THE GAMES!
This is like a little island of games, so there's no wall behind it. Just more games. And chords. And ELECTRICAL OUTLETS!
THere's a pretty large gap between two games, so I'm able to get behind there and turn the games back on. The kid tries to enter the way I'm exiting. I give him my most stern look and say in my most stern voice, "Do NOT come back here." I exit the games and the kid is still nearby. I ask to the general public, "Who belongs to this child?", pointing at him. He is claimed by some people sitting at the table RIGHT NEXT TO THE GAMES! I explain that there are wires and outlets behind the games, and please do not let him play behind the games anymore.
I mention the large gap to our Security guy, Big, and to one of the managers, suggesting we find a way to close it up so kids can't get through.
A few minutes later, the same family is letting their kids climb ON the Skee-ball. Now, usually we'll just let that slide, since they don't listen, anyway. But Big comes over and asks me to talk to the family, since the kids are trying to climb INTO the cage where the goals are.
I go over and explain that we don't want the kids to get hurt or get stuck in the cage. The parent gets them off and out, and we don't have anymore problems with them.
Now, WHY, you may ask, did Big ask me to talk to them, since he's Security, and I am a mere cashier?
Apparently, I'm not as scary. Yeah... no kidding. I look freaking 16. The real reason is I can pull off a "We're just worried about teh childrens" act really, REALLY well when I'd rather say "control your brats, or I'll start slapping ALL of you".
I don't have many Bad Mood Days, but this was one of them. I'm gonna go drink heavily now.
Try listening for a change
Me: *company name*, this is HFP. How can I help you?
Person: Hi, do you have segues.
Me: ... I'm sorry what?
Person: Do you have segues.
Me: Why would anyone want to race a segue? No, I'm sorry we don't.
Person: ... those little things on two wheels you stand up on and drive around? You don't have those.
Me: No, we don't.
Person: Where is this?
Me: This is the *company name*
Person: OH, they gave me the wrong number.
... why don't they listen?
JUST TAKE YOUR FREAKING PIZZA!!eleventy!
Never fails. 95% of the time, when we call a number, it takes them 15 minutes to come up to the counter and get their food. *headcounter* We dont' have much counter space, so we'd appreciate it if you got your sh*t and got out of our hair. Kthx.
Sweet Jesus, say it ain't so
Friday and Saturday, we close at 11pm. At 10:30, I am MORE than ready to go home. Most of the customers are gone, the cleaning and stocking is done, everyone is just killing time for half an hour.
Then... THEN... a group of over 100 shows up from a church. Half and hour till closing and they want to ride and eat and basically live it up.
I have never before in my life wanted to burn down a church.
They stayed for an hour. It was like a freaking Saturday AFTERNOON! What kind of church goes out that late on a Friday? Don't you have praying to do? At LEAST have the decency to show up early enough that you can be GONE by closing time. We ended up staying open an extra half hour. As in, I didn't get cashed out until 11:30. GAWD!!! And I had to practically SHOUT across the counter to be heard, since all the games were going. I'm probably not going to have a voice tomorrow, and I can't call in because it's Saturday, and that's the busiest day of the week.
Maybe next time you should ask first...?
Right after Ye Holy Twats arrived, some other people came in and bought some tickets. After purchasing them, they asked what time we closed. "In 15 minutes", I replied. I get a STUNNED look. Apparently, the website says we're open until midnight. That should be corrected immediately, MANAGERS.
The group wisely realized that with the church there, they wouldn't be getting on the rides anytime soon. So I got a manager to give them a refund.
But next time, maybe ASK if you don't know? And THEN buy the tickets? You know, just so we don't waste 5 minutes of our respective lives.
Watch your f*cking kids!
So I'm at my register, waiting for a customer to need stuff, when I see some of the games in the next room go off. This is odd, I think. I figure I'll have to tell the maintenance guy about it. Then, from behind the games, comes a child no older than 3.
From BEHIND THE GAMES!
This is like a little island of games, so there's no wall behind it. Just more games. And chords. And ELECTRICAL OUTLETS!
THere's a pretty large gap between two games, so I'm able to get behind there and turn the games back on. The kid tries to enter the way I'm exiting. I give him my most stern look and say in my most stern voice, "Do NOT come back here." I exit the games and the kid is still nearby. I ask to the general public, "Who belongs to this child?", pointing at him. He is claimed by some people sitting at the table RIGHT NEXT TO THE GAMES! I explain that there are wires and outlets behind the games, and please do not let him play behind the games anymore.
I mention the large gap to our Security guy, Big, and to one of the managers, suggesting we find a way to close it up so kids can't get through.
A few minutes later, the same family is letting their kids climb ON the Skee-ball. Now, usually we'll just let that slide, since they don't listen, anyway. But Big comes over and asks me to talk to the family, since the kids are trying to climb INTO the cage where the goals are.
I go over and explain that we don't want the kids to get hurt or get stuck in the cage. The parent gets them off and out, and we don't have anymore problems with them.
Now, WHY, you may ask, did Big ask me to talk to them, since he's Security, and I am a mere cashier?
Apparently, I'm not as scary. Yeah... no kidding. I look freaking 16. The real reason is I can pull off a "We're just worried about teh childrens" act really, REALLY well when I'd rather say "control your brats, or I'll start slapping ALL of you".
I don't have many Bad Mood Days, but this was one of them. I'm gonna go drink heavily now.
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