This is my first post, heck its my first time stepping out of the shadows... I works for a taco shop and I live in a college town so when our particular college team has a game at home you always know what kind of night its going to be...
So I will set this up, our closing manager was unable to close this particular evening so he set one of the trainers in his position, this is fine, as the closing crew everyone that is on there can basically run the store, we all know what needs to be done and we can take care of anything but the paperwork... we're, as I like to believe, the heart and soul of the restaurant...
At about 2-ish am we got hit with the usual drunk rush which though unpleasant can be dealt with and is not often bad to the point at which I wish to drag someone out of their car and slowly dip them into our fryer. tonight we had an exception...
FC-This is me, THE Fat kid, as I have worked very hard to be recognized as.
AMIC- The lady placed in charge of the shift who really didn't deserve this crap tonight
SC- Well I am sure you can guess.
Over the headset (order takers and food makers on drive through have to wear them)
SC: I would like... (15$ worth of the cheapest most irritating food you make here)
AMIC: Okay... (Clarifies, makes sure everything is right) I'll see you at the window.
SC: The last time I was in here you guys messed up on this combo that I ordered... can I get it for free?
(Its our policy to remake this stuff even if we are fairly certain they are lying... with three branches in the same town we could be picking up their slack, and its not that bad either)
AMIC: Yeah sure, (off the headset) hey, fat kid I don't know how to do this can you help?
FC: NP (trundles over make sure everything is in order on the comp)
AMIC: (back on the headset) Alright does that look alright for you? (Price now being 5$ cheaper)
SC: yup
when they get to the window and are handed their food its is a completely different story.
We had two new people this night, and of the people on shift who knew what they are doing and can field issues that don't officially need a manager or can try to send them the right way, i am the biggest. Being heavy set broad f build and surely looking I present a chalenge to people wishing us an unpleasant evening.
As it turns out they wanted the entire meal for free, and that they had talked with someone who had not given them a name, and who fit the description of someone no longer working here... Or our cleaning captain who has absolutely nothing to do with any food based decisions... Long story short (I know... too late!) we can promo more than five dollars without a managers permission, who was not available, the one who is normally awake at 2AM IN THE FREAKIN' MORNING!!! was not answering his phone and they were demanding we call them to get permission.
In the end,since the food had been handed out before this whole ordeal had even started the AMIC just told them to have a good evening and closed the window...
This is when they laid on the horn for a moment to ask for SAUCE! These people had been sitting in our window for 7 minutes, and refusing to move... This is seven times (at least) the maximum target time for someone to be at our window.
About two hours later someone who sounded very similar called, angrily, demanding the number for our corporate office...
Long Night... Thats all I can say.
Sorry for the long rant just had to tell someone who would understand, and I figgured who better than the loving community of sometimes-I-could-just-choke-a-customer-with-a-rolled-up-tortilla, I mean Customers Suck.
So I will set this up, our closing manager was unable to close this particular evening so he set one of the trainers in his position, this is fine, as the closing crew everyone that is on there can basically run the store, we all know what needs to be done and we can take care of anything but the paperwork... we're, as I like to believe, the heart and soul of the restaurant...
At about 2-ish am we got hit with the usual drunk rush which though unpleasant can be dealt with and is not often bad to the point at which I wish to drag someone out of their car and slowly dip them into our fryer. tonight we had an exception...
FC-This is me, THE Fat kid, as I have worked very hard to be recognized as.
AMIC- The lady placed in charge of the shift who really didn't deserve this crap tonight
SC- Well I am sure you can guess.
Over the headset (order takers and food makers on drive through have to wear them)
SC: I would like... (15$ worth of the cheapest most irritating food you make here)
AMIC: Okay... (Clarifies, makes sure everything is right) I'll see you at the window.
SC: The last time I was in here you guys messed up on this combo that I ordered... can I get it for free?
(Its our policy to remake this stuff even if we are fairly certain they are lying... with three branches in the same town we could be picking up their slack, and its not that bad either)
AMIC: Yeah sure, (off the headset) hey, fat kid I don't know how to do this can you help?
FC: NP (trundles over make sure everything is in order on the comp)
AMIC: (back on the headset) Alright does that look alright for you? (Price now being 5$ cheaper)
SC: yup
when they get to the window and are handed their food its is a completely different story.
We had two new people this night, and of the people on shift who knew what they are doing and can field issues that don't officially need a manager or can try to send them the right way, i am the biggest. Being heavy set broad f build and surely looking I present a chalenge to people wishing us an unpleasant evening.
As it turns out they wanted the entire meal for free, and that they had talked with someone who had not given them a name, and who fit the description of someone no longer working here... Or our cleaning captain who has absolutely nothing to do with any food based decisions... Long story short (I know... too late!) we can promo more than five dollars without a managers permission, who was not available, the one who is normally awake at 2AM IN THE FREAKIN' MORNING!!! was not answering his phone and they were demanding we call them to get permission.
In the end,since the food had been handed out before this whole ordeal had even started the AMIC just told them to have a good evening and closed the window...
This is when they laid on the horn for a moment to ask for SAUCE! These people had been sitting in our window for 7 minutes, and refusing to move... This is seven times (at least) the maximum target time for someone to be at our window.
About two hours later someone who sounded very similar called, angrily, demanding the number for our corporate office...
Long Night... Thats all I can say.
Sorry for the long rant just had to tell someone who would understand, and I figgured who better than the loving community of sometimes-I-could-just-choke-a-customer-with-a-rolled-up-tortilla, I mean Customers Suck.
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