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Jeezus freaking Christ on toast.
We were insanely busy tonight. There was a half hour wait on all tables, the drive through was packed, and every five or so minutes someone called an order in to be picked up.
So of course, they put me on counter, by myself, and only signed me into one register instead of both. Luckily one of the Managers (B-Man) left me his sign in card so I could ring two people out at once by signing into his register, but wow. You think they'd have taken one of the three people they had in Dish and put them on counter, but noooo.
I had people who were sitting in the drive through lane CALL THE STORE to whine about how long it was taking.
Seriously? You couldn't have waited another two minutes, till you pulled up to the window and then could yell at the person there? You have to scream at the freaking CounterGirl?
The lobby was packed FULL of people waiting for seats, waiting to be checked out, waiting for their food to be ready, waiting to order food, etc. I also had people calling me on the phone to complain about messed up orders (Drive through really sucked tonight), I had people calling in to ask about jobs, I had people calling in to place orders, and I had people calling in to talk to someone who was working.
Most people tonight sucked, but one was especially horrid to me. He was Grouchy Old Man. He sat at the counter (After bitching about how he couldn't get a booth. We were packed and busy, we cannot waste a whole booth on ONE guy). Then he complained that I put too much ice into his cup of water. Then it wasn't enough ice. Then it was that I wasn't 'paying attention' to him because I was ringing out customers. Then he crabbed because he wanted 1000 Island on his burger (Which he didn't order, but whatever), and I had to take it back to the kitchen to get it put on.
In the end, he ended up getting the meal comped because "The service was horrible, your CG was rude, and the food was dry." He then complained to the manager about me for a solid five minutes. I 'ignored' him and made him feel unwelcome (nevermind that I refilled his drink three times, gave him free sauce for his burger instead of adding it to his bill, and convinced the grill boy to rush this guys order because he was 'in a hurry').
He then left me a penny, and an adorable little note. "If you want a better tip, try bending over more when you're sweeping."
ARGH.
The whole night wasn't a total bust though. Twice I got what I consider "pity tips". These tend to happen on ridiculously busy nights, and usually I get them from middle aged men, or soccer moms. They're typically waiting for pickup orders, and while waiting, can see me running around like I just took a hit of speed, taking one order while checking out another and trying to keep my work area clean all the while. if their wait is longer than five minutes, I usually make time to get them a small free drink, whatever.
This nice friendly man named Dave gave me two dollars because, "I just saw that lady yell at you about her shakes, and you didn't deserve that. You aren't on shakes, and you're doing a terrific job at your station."
I almost freaking cried.
Then another lady gave me four dollars because "Wow, you guys are really busy tonight but you still took time to ask if you could get me anything, and you're being polite to everyone. you deserve this."
So the majority of people sucked, but two were really nice, and a few were pleasant.
I used my pity tip money to buy a brownie covered in gratuitous amounts of hot fudge, chocolate sauce, two scoops of ice cream, walnuts and lots of whipped cream. I also got chicken fingers, cheesy fries and a chocoberry shake. I sat at the counter eating it (business had slowed down by this time) and shocked one man who saw this eensy 95lbs girl eating this mound of food.
It was delicious.
We were insanely busy tonight. There was a half hour wait on all tables, the drive through was packed, and every five or so minutes someone called an order in to be picked up.
So of course, they put me on counter, by myself, and only signed me into one register instead of both. Luckily one of the Managers (B-Man) left me his sign in card so I could ring two people out at once by signing into his register, but wow. You think they'd have taken one of the three people they had in Dish and put them on counter, but noooo.
I had people who were sitting in the drive through lane CALL THE STORE to whine about how long it was taking.
Seriously? You couldn't have waited another two minutes, till you pulled up to the window and then could yell at the person there? You have to scream at the freaking CounterGirl?
The lobby was packed FULL of people waiting for seats, waiting to be checked out, waiting for their food to be ready, waiting to order food, etc. I also had people calling me on the phone to complain about messed up orders (Drive through really sucked tonight), I had people calling in to ask about jobs, I had people calling in to place orders, and I had people calling in to talk to someone who was working.
Most people tonight sucked, but one was especially horrid to me. He was Grouchy Old Man. He sat at the counter (After bitching about how he couldn't get a booth. We were packed and busy, we cannot waste a whole booth on ONE guy). Then he complained that I put too much ice into his cup of water. Then it wasn't enough ice. Then it was that I wasn't 'paying attention' to him because I was ringing out customers. Then he crabbed because he wanted 1000 Island on his burger (Which he didn't order, but whatever), and I had to take it back to the kitchen to get it put on.
In the end, he ended up getting the meal comped because "The service was horrible, your CG was rude, and the food was dry." He then complained to the manager about me for a solid five minutes. I 'ignored' him and made him feel unwelcome (nevermind that I refilled his drink three times, gave him free sauce for his burger instead of adding it to his bill, and convinced the grill boy to rush this guys order because he was 'in a hurry').
He then left me a penny, and an adorable little note. "If you want a better tip, try bending over more when you're sweeping."
ARGH.
The whole night wasn't a total bust though. Twice I got what I consider "pity tips". These tend to happen on ridiculously busy nights, and usually I get them from middle aged men, or soccer moms. They're typically waiting for pickup orders, and while waiting, can see me running around like I just took a hit of speed, taking one order while checking out another and trying to keep my work area clean all the while. if their wait is longer than five minutes, I usually make time to get them a small free drink, whatever.
This nice friendly man named Dave gave me two dollars because, "I just saw that lady yell at you about her shakes, and you didn't deserve that. You aren't on shakes, and you're doing a terrific job at your station."
I almost freaking cried.
Then another lady gave me four dollars because "Wow, you guys are really busy tonight but you still took time to ask if you could get me anything, and you're being polite to everyone. you deserve this."
So the majority of people sucked, but two were really nice, and a few were pleasant.
I used my pity tip money to buy a brownie covered in gratuitous amounts of hot fudge, chocolate sauce, two scoops of ice cream, walnuts and lots of whipped cream. I also got chicken fingers, cheesy fries and a chocoberry shake. I sat at the counter eating it (business had slowed down by this time) and shocked one man who saw this eensy 95lbs girl eating this mound of food.
It was delicious.
Sorry to hear about your sucky night. Glad to hear you had some nice people recognise you for your hard work though! 
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