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Well, boys and girls, it's been a fun little vacation, but alas, it came to an end, and I need to pay Rent to my dad. Thus, I am back in action at my Subway store, fresh off my 1-week penance suspension, ready to resume letting the service industry slowly kill my soul.
And what a lovely way to start. This tale is starting to seem a little sureal to me... as though I died last week and this guy is my eternal torment. If there is a higher power to show mercy, this will be the last time I have a chapter to add to this particular Saga.
First, an update... in my last post, I said that my Franchise Owner would discuss the issue of feeding the homeless, with co-owner-wife and District Managers. I am pleased to announce a verdict on that issue, a positive one. I am now allowed to feed up to 3 Homeless people, yes, THREE, per day, as long as they do not disturb the bussiness when they enter. This is a new policy handed out to the entire franchise he owns. I only have the one, good 'ol Milford, so I'll have no troubles keeping that to a minimum. And I am grateful that I don't have to suffer the heartbreak of trying to explain to this Not-Well Old Man why I can't give him food anymore. There is hope for Humanity Yet, I think. We feed Police Officers and the Homeless for free, and offer a discout to active-duty military. It's nice to give a litte back, I think.
Also, in my previous Post, I told the tale of how I was handed the once-in-a-service-workers-lifetime opportunity to enact a bit of Blatant Vengance on a Total Prick. I also told him that I had not been fired from Subway, and would return to work this week. I feel this was a Mistake on my part, letting him know exactly when I would be there.
You'd think that if I insulted him so badly the first time, he'd decide that it was not a place where he would not want to Go again.
You'd think that, and you would be WRONG.
SCENE: Dinnertime, Thursday Night. Standard Rush. 6 people in line.
From where we stand in the store, we have a clear view to the parking lot out the windows to the parking lot, so we can see cars pull up and customers coming in. I was putting together another customers sandwich, when glare from a shiny car outside draws my gaze away from the food bins to see who's coming. And I almost drop my jaw.... It's the Porshe. And Dickhead is clamoring out of it.
As he's headed for our door, I try to convince myself that he's going to veer off and go to one of the other stores in the shopping center. Just as a precaution, I look to my other two workers and announce that "Here comes the Hurricane". I find myself praying that Milford doesn't choose to show up NOW, fearing that this guy might turn his angers toward the poor man.
He comes in, and looks up to see me at position one, stopping at the end of the line. And I see this twisted look on his face... I'm guessing Extreme Constipation... and he actually STAYS in line. When he comes to the head of the line, he just stares at me. I put on my BEST Sarcastic Smile, and ask him what I can get for him today.
And he continues to stare. In Silence. As though I am a Figment of his Imagination, not really there.
I draw in a breath, and repeat my request. It seems to snap him out, and he jumps RIGHT into it.
"I can NOT imagine why you still have a job here after how rude you were to me last time."
WHAT last time? You mean at a completely different place? That has no baring here? Or did you mean the last time HERE, when you berated me for trying to show a little human compassion and made you wait 45 seconds?
"The world is a strange place. Would you like to order now?"
He shut up and placed his order, so I was hoping that he would maybe let it go with his snide comment. He is still a Picky Pain in the Ass, but we deal with that plenty, and my line workers get through it just fine. I have finished the line at my Station, at this point, so I move to the end to take control of the Cash Drawer and help move things a bit faster along. And it's his turn to check out. I ring in his order, and give him his total, and he, with a totally straight face, looks at me and says, "Yeah, well, when I talked to your owner, he told me that if I ever came back to any of his stores again, I got half off my bill."
Oh, dear god, I lost it... it started with a few snorts that I managed to restrain, but it simply could not be held in. I had TOLD this man I had spoken to Franchise Owner, I KNEW how the conversation went, and I know for a damn fact that he would offer no such discount to someone who his dealings with had ended on such terms... I rolled a 1 on my "Restrain Amusement" check, and fell into hysterics. We're not talking about a few chuckles, we're talking me Laughing and Pointing.
He got that interesting shade of Rage Purple again, and started cursing at me, saying this time he WOULD have my job... and I pointed out just what kind of a terrific idea it would be for him to go explain to the owner about how I had denyed him his special discount. He moved away from such threats, and made for the door, without his order, saying this was the worst place he had ever been to, and he would never be coming here or to my other workplace EVER AGAIN!
One can only hope.
Peace, y'all.
And what a lovely way to start. This tale is starting to seem a little sureal to me... as though I died last week and this guy is my eternal torment. If there is a higher power to show mercy, this will be the last time I have a chapter to add to this particular Saga.
First, an update... in my last post, I said that my Franchise Owner would discuss the issue of feeding the homeless, with co-owner-wife and District Managers. I am pleased to announce a verdict on that issue, a positive one. I am now allowed to feed up to 3 Homeless people, yes, THREE, per day, as long as they do not disturb the bussiness when they enter. This is a new policy handed out to the entire franchise he owns. I only have the one, good 'ol Milford, so I'll have no troubles keeping that to a minimum. And I am grateful that I don't have to suffer the heartbreak of trying to explain to this Not-Well Old Man why I can't give him food anymore. There is hope for Humanity Yet, I think. We feed Police Officers and the Homeless for free, and offer a discout to active-duty military. It's nice to give a litte back, I think.
Also, in my previous Post, I told the tale of how I was handed the once-in-a-service-workers-lifetime opportunity to enact a bit of Blatant Vengance on a Total Prick. I also told him that I had not been fired from Subway, and would return to work this week. I feel this was a Mistake on my part, letting him know exactly when I would be there.
You'd think that if I insulted him so badly the first time, he'd decide that it was not a place where he would not want to Go again.
You'd think that, and you would be WRONG.
SCENE: Dinnertime, Thursday Night. Standard Rush. 6 people in line.
From where we stand in the store, we have a clear view to the parking lot out the windows to the parking lot, so we can see cars pull up and customers coming in. I was putting together another customers sandwich, when glare from a shiny car outside draws my gaze away from the food bins to see who's coming. And I almost drop my jaw.... It's the Porshe. And Dickhead is clamoring out of it.
As he's headed for our door, I try to convince myself that he's going to veer off and go to one of the other stores in the shopping center. Just as a precaution, I look to my other two workers and announce that "Here comes the Hurricane". I find myself praying that Milford doesn't choose to show up NOW, fearing that this guy might turn his angers toward the poor man. He comes in, and looks up to see me at position one, stopping at the end of the line. And I see this twisted look on his face... I'm guessing Extreme Constipation... and he actually STAYS in line. When he comes to the head of the line, he just stares at me. I put on my BEST Sarcastic Smile, and ask him what I can get for him today.
And he continues to stare. In Silence. As though I am a Figment of his Imagination, not really there.
I draw in a breath, and repeat my request. It seems to snap him out, and he jumps RIGHT into it.
"I can NOT imagine why you still have a job here after how rude you were to me last time."
WHAT last time? You mean at a completely different place? That has no baring here? Or did you mean the last time HERE, when you berated me for trying to show a little human compassion and made you wait 45 seconds?
"The world is a strange place. Would you like to order now?"
He shut up and placed his order, so I was hoping that he would maybe let it go with his snide comment. He is still a Picky Pain in the Ass, but we deal with that plenty, and my line workers get through it just fine. I have finished the line at my Station, at this point, so I move to the end to take control of the Cash Drawer and help move things a bit faster along. And it's his turn to check out. I ring in his order, and give him his total, and he, with a totally straight face, looks at me and says, "Yeah, well, when I talked to your owner, he told me that if I ever came back to any of his stores again, I got half off my bill."
Oh, dear god, I lost it... it started with a few snorts that I managed to restrain, but it simply could not be held in. I had TOLD this man I had spoken to Franchise Owner, I KNEW how the conversation went, and I know for a damn fact that he would offer no such discount to someone who his dealings with had ended on such terms... I rolled a 1 on my "Restrain Amusement" check, and fell into hysterics. We're not talking about a few chuckles, we're talking me Laughing and Pointing.
He got that interesting shade of Rage Purple again, and started cursing at me, saying this time he WOULD have my job... and I pointed out just what kind of a terrific idea it would be for him to go explain to the owner about how I had denyed him his special discount. He moved away from such threats, and made for the door, without his order, saying this was the worst place he had ever been to, and he would never be coming here or to my other workplace EVER AGAIN!
One can only hope.
Peace, y'all.
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