Short, sweet and totally killing my day-off-buzz. Its only 3:30 here and I don't have meetings for my other job till 9. I could probably show up drunk to that anyways.
Me: Anti-Customer Service
C: The unholy. Or customer. Depends on how late it is.
So this guy has a habit of just pulling to the window to order his stupid fruit cup. 1.72 for like an ounce of processed sugar saturated "fruit." Its all this guy orders, ever. I'm in zero mood some days for a short/over drawer so sometimes I don't let people get away with lack of exact change/proper tender. Somedays I'll let two cents go. However, a couple days ago I was off three cents from a perfect drawer and it was off because I let some chick go at 1.01 instead of the full 1.04. I might be a little OCD about my drawer. Hey, at least its just a fruit cup and not a 45$ order. So it goes down, Armageddon-style.
Me: 14.08 please
C: I ordered a fruit cup!!!!!
Me: [thought: what? no one ordered a fruit cup.] Okay.. sorry about that *rings a new ticket* 1.72$
C: *hands me money, says nothing*
Me: *counts, cause I passed addition with an A+* You gave me 1.60
I need 12 cents please
C: Oh! Sorry *hands some change*
Me: Okay now I have 1.63, I need .09 cents please
C: Er. Okay here *hands nickel, two pennies*
Me: Okay.. I need two more cents.. its 1.72
C: OH MY GOD ITS TWO CENTS *hands me the two cents* WHERE IS YOUR MANAGER JESUS CHRIST I LEAVE A HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS A DAY HERE AND YOU CANT SPOT ME TWO CENTS JESUS CHRIST RAHHHHHHHHHHHH
Me: ...yeah just a second *headset messages my team lead* Mr. Team Lead this man would like to speak to you, he's upset he has to pay all the money for his fruit cup.
Team Lead: Wha....t????
Team lead reassures him that the price of food is the price of food and sorry you have to pay full price for the food cause... its the price of the food! Really, dude? I couldn't give a shit that you put day shifts drawer over cause you left your change on that meal, if you ever did. My new franchise owner is a little picky about drawers being short/over and you aren't worth my job. If you don't have the cash to pay for your food, GET OUT AND GO BUY A CANTALOUPE AT THE GROCERY. Its like 98 cents or something. Theres a grocery store ACROSS THE STREET. Its not like he was surprised, he does this twice a week.
Okay, seriously, people are trying my patience. Everyone in the store (on swing/grave at least) knows I'm anti-customer service. Don't get me wrong. Legitimate complaints? I'll snap my spine in half trying to fix it and make everyone a happy customer. Food made wrong when you actually ordered it special? I'm sorry as fuck! Let me get that remade, would you like a soda? Saying you ordered 25$ in food and got a 1$ chicken sandwich instead? I see your con, son, get out of my drive thru. I hate split orders by the way. Don't do that.
Speaking of..
Me: HAYYYYY IM WHISKEY AND I DRINK ENTIRELY TOO LITTLE FOR THIS SHIT WHAT CAN I GET YOU?
C: Can I do a split order?
Me: *looks at screen, one order up, its not a likely rush time* sure
Grill: FFFFUUUUUUCKKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
C: Can I get blahhhhhhhhhhhh.
Me: Total is x.xx
C: Okay, second order, can I get ffffffffffaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.
Me: Okay total is x.xx, see you at the window!
C: Okay, THIRD ORDER I----
Me: I can only do two orders :|
I had someone ask if they could do five separate orders. No, motherfucker, not ever. They ordered 12$ in food. However, split orders usually go like this.
C: Can I do a split order?
Grill *headset* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Team Lead: *headset* FFFFFFUCKKKKKKKKK
Me: No.
C: BUT--
Me: We're entirely too busy.
C: BU---
Me: NO.
Then a four dollar order.
So last night was my first OFFICIAL grave shift. 10pm-6am. The girl who was doing it got herself fired, which was a whole story in and of itself, mostly because of me. So far everyone at the store who's had a problem with me has been fired. Not because of me, just coincidentally they lose their jobs shortly after. Its making me look.. weird. Its a running grave joke now that if I don't like you, then you'll promptly be fired because thats what (accidentally) happened. Turns out one got arrested for child abuse and the other is a stupid flake. Now I thinks some people are genuinely concerned about crossing me because, while not true, it does seem like everyone I don't like doesn't keep their jobs long.
Less coworker-conspiracy chat, more shitty customers. And form format!
Me: WOO ITS ALMOST GO HOME AND DRINK AWAY THE DIRTY FEELING I GET FROM PIMPING CUSTOMER SURVEYS TIME IM WHISKEY WHAT DO YOU WANT
C: can I get a chicken sandwich, two tacos, seven hamburgers.
Me: 20$ at the window!
Authors note: Its 4am. The POS just restarted, i counted a new drawer, dropped all my old 20s from the previous and the safe has been counted. You know whats about to happen.. its like having sex in a horror movie.. you just know..
C: *hands over $100*
Me: One second
*headset* TL I need keys to break a hundred.
TL: I just sealed the safe drops, unless you can break it theres nothing available.
Me: *to customer* sorry, I can't break a hundred right now. Do you have anything smaller?
C: UGH! *grabs money, drives off*
Me: HAMBURGERS FOR EVERYONE!
Hamburgers for everyone, indeed.
and for a management gripe. Apparently theres a lead on the morning shift whos a huge bitch. I can relate, half my employees at my other job would classify me as the same. I might have a history with having issues with people disrespecting me. Theres a whole long list of bullshit in my life and I'm generally not receptive to people treating me improperly. Well I forgave her tone for a lot, because now i can relate until...
Me: *gets ready to clock out, punching in number*
Morning TL: HEY GIRL, PUT THIS IN THE DINING ROOM.
Me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8Kyi0WNg40
Grave TL: WHISKEY CLOCK OUT I GOT IT (and I'm pretty sure he was praying to whatever god I didn't lose my goddamn mind on this TL)
Me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8Kyi0WNg40 *clocks out, walks off*
First of all, you decrepit old bitch (if we're being candid), I have a name tag on. It says Whiskey. "HEY WHISKEY" is appropriate. "HEY" is mildly appropriate. "Can you.." is even better because I'm your subordinate. While "can you" seems like a question, as a subordinate it is my job to comply. I will do so.
"Hey girl" is a whole other thing. Don't get me started.
Uplifting note: I'm in love with Bacon & Cheese Guy. I've posted about him here and there, but everytime I hear "curly fries with bacon & cheese" i'm like "haaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy." I wish he'd ask for my phone number instead of the 55 year old men working off a gallon of vodka with chicken sandwiches that tend to. I was actually letting a new guy (who is.. floundering because hes 19 and won't listen to ANYONE) work a drawer, when I heard bacon and cheese curly fries. So like I retard I saunter (yeah, saunter) up to drive and wave like a moron. He probably thinks i'm functionally retarded.
Crazy cat lady note: I let my cat out when I'm home to go roam and murder birds. I leave the sliding door open (im on the second story) so if I fall asleep he can (and does) scale the building and get in. Well, its 4am so I went out in my Super Cute Ducky Robe and made kissy noises. Nothing. Odd. I make more kissy noises. Nothing. I guess hes not coming in, whatever. Ten seconds later, at the door, MOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WWWWWWW
Oh, there you are. I'm a cat lady who drinks too much. I am the best person. (edit: why this is funny? I heard him over Lady Gaga on full blast in my headphones.)
Me: Anti-Customer Service
C: The unholy. Or customer. Depends on how late it is.
So this guy has a habit of just pulling to the window to order his stupid fruit cup. 1.72 for like an ounce of processed sugar saturated "fruit." Its all this guy orders, ever. I'm in zero mood some days for a short/over drawer so sometimes I don't let people get away with lack of exact change/proper tender. Somedays I'll let two cents go. However, a couple days ago I was off three cents from a perfect drawer and it was off because I let some chick go at 1.01 instead of the full 1.04. I might be a little OCD about my drawer. Hey, at least its just a fruit cup and not a 45$ order. So it goes down, Armageddon-style.
Me: 14.08 please

C: I ordered a fruit cup!!!!!
Me: [thought: what? no one ordered a fruit cup.] Okay.. sorry about that *rings a new ticket* 1.72$
C: *hands me money, says nothing*
Me: *counts, cause I passed addition with an A+* You gave me 1.60


C: Oh! Sorry *hands some change*
Me: Okay now I have 1.63, I need .09 cents please

C: Er. Okay here *hands nickel, two pennies*
Me: Okay.. I need two more cents.. its 1.72
C: OH MY GOD ITS TWO CENTS *hands me the two cents* WHERE IS YOUR MANAGER JESUS CHRIST I LEAVE A HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS A DAY HERE AND YOU CANT SPOT ME TWO CENTS JESUS CHRIST RAHHHHHHHHHHHH
Me: ...yeah just a second *headset messages my team lead* Mr. Team Lead this man would like to speak to you, he's upset he has to pay all the money for his fruit cup.
Team Lead: Wha....t????
Team lead reassures him that the price of food is the price of food and sorry you have to pay full price for the food cause... its the price of the food! Really, dude? I couldn't give a shit that you put day shifts drawer over cause you left your change on that meal, if you ever did. My new franchise owner is a little picky about drawers being short/over and you aren't worth my job. If you don't have the cash to pay for your food, GET OUT AND GO BUY A CANTALOUPE AT THE GROCERY. Its like 98 cents or something. Theres a grocery store ACROSS THE STREET. Its not like he was surprised, he does this twice a week.
Okay, seriously, people are trying my patience. Everyone in the store (on swing/grave at least) knows I'm anti-customer service. Don't get me wrong. Legitimate complaints? I'll snap my spine in half trying to fix it and make everyone a happy customer. Food made wrong when you actually ordered it special? I'm sorry as fuck! Let me get that remade, would you like a soda? Saying you ordered 25$ in food and got a 1$ chicken sandwich instead? I see your con, son, get out of my drive thru. I hate split orders by the way. Don't do that.
Speaking of..
Me: HAYYYYY IM WHISKEY AND I DRINK ENTIRELY TOO LITTLE FOR THIS SHIT WHAT CAN I GET YOU?
C: Can I do a split order?
Me: *looks at screen, one order up, its not a likely rush time* sure

Grill: FFFFUUUUUUCKKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
C: Can I get blahhhhhhhhhhhh.
Me: Total is x.xx
C: Okay, second order, can I get ffffffffffaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.
Me: Okay total is x.xx, see you at the window!
C: Okay, THIRD ORDER I----
Me: I can only do two orders :|
I had someone ask if they could do five separate orders. No, motherfucker, not ever. They ordered 12$ in food. However, split orders usually go like this.
C: Can I do a split order?
Grill *headset* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Team Lead: *headset* FFFFFFUCKKKKKKKKK
Me: No.
C: BUT--
Me: We're entirely too busy.
C: BU---
Me: NO.
Then a four dollar order.
So last night was my first OFFICIAL grave shift. 10pm-6am. The girl who was doing it got herself fired, which was a whole story in and of itself, mostly because of me. So far everyone at the store who's had a problem with me has been fired. Not because of me, just coincidentally they lose their jobs shortly after. Its making me look.. weird. Its a running grave joke now that if I don't like you, then you'll promptly be fired because thats what (accidentally) happened. Turns out one got arrested for child abuse and the other is a stupid flake. Now I thinks some people are genuinely concerned about crossing me because, while not true, it does seem like everyone I don't like doesn't keep their jobs long.
Less coworker-conspiracy chat, more shitty customers. And form format!
Me: WOO ITS ALMOST GO HOME AND DRINK AWAY THE DIRTY FEELING I GET FROM PIMPING CUSTOMER SURVEYS TIME IM WHISKEY WHAT DO YOU WANT
C: can I get a chicken sandwich, two tacos, seven hamburgers.
Me: 20$ at the window!
Authors note: Its 4am. The POS just restarted, i counted a new drawer, dropped all my old 20s from the previous and the safe has been counted. You know whats about to happen.. its like having sex in a horror movie.. you just know..
C: *hands over $100*
Me: One second

TL: I just sealed the safe drops, unless you can break it theres nothing available.
Me: *to customer* sorry, I can't break a hundred right now. Do you have anything smaller?
C: UGH! *grabs money, drives off*
Me: HAMBURGERS FOR EVERYONE!
Hamburgers for everyone, indeed.
and for a management gripe. Apparently theres a lead on the morning shift whos a huge bitch. I can relate, half my employees at my other job would classify me as the same. I might have a history with having issues with people disrespecting me. Theres a whole long list of bullshit in my life and I'm generally not receptive to people treating me improperly. Well I forgave her tone for a lot, because now i can relate until...
Me: *gets ready to clock out, punching in number*
Morning TL: HEY GIRL, PUT THIS IN THE DINING ROOM.
Me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8Kyi0WNg40
Grave TL: WHISKEY CLOCK OUT I GOT IT (and I'm pretty sure he was praying to whatever god I didn't lose my goddamn mind on this TL)
Me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8Kyi0WNg40 *clocks out, walks off*
First of all, you decrepit old bitch (if we're being candid), I have a name tag on. It says Whiskey. "HEY WHISKEY" is appropriate. "HEY" is mildly appropriate. "Can you.." is even better because I'm your subordinate. While "can you" seems like a question, as a subordinate it is my job to comply. I will do so.
"Hey girl" is a whole other thing. Don't get me started.
Uplifting note: I'm in love with Bacon & Cheese Guy. I've posted about him here and there, but everytime I hear "curly fries with bacon & cheese" i'm like "haaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy." I wish he'd ask for my phone number instead of the 55 year old men working off a gallon of vodka with chicken sandwiches that tend to. I was actually letting a new guy (who is.. floundering because hes 19 and won't listen to ANYONE) work a drawer, when I heard bacon and cheese curly fries. So like I retard I saunter (yeah, saunter) up to drive and wave like a moron. He probably thinks i'm functionally retarded.
Crazy cat lady note: I let my cat out when I'm home to go roam and murder birds. I leave the sliding door open (im on the second story) so if I fall asleep he can (and does) scale the building and get in. Well, its 4am so I went out in my Super Cute Ducky Robe and made kissy noises. Nothing. Odd. I make more kissy noises. Nothing. I guess hes not coming in, whatever. Ten seconds later, at the door, MOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WWWWWWW
Oh, there you are. I'm a cat lady who drinks too much. I am the best person. (edit: why this is funny? I heard him over Lady Gaga on full blast in my headphones.)
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