NOTE: When I post, its about middle-of-the-night drunks. Mostly my Friday/Saturday drunks. And for the uninitiated (since someone asked down there) a split order is one car wanting to make multiple orders for one car and pay separately. It always takes forever, regardless, and it doesnt help that theyre all drunk. Everything I say is just said in a matter of fact tone, I'm not being snotty or anything. The answer is no, that is the answer. I'm working on the whole nice thing, but my kneejerk is just the plain answer. Which is, and will always be, no.
This is short. Apparently, I'm not the nicest person. Even at work. I work grave. I could work up some mathematical schematic about how not nice I a-- HEY LOOK A DRANK.
I am horrible at being nice.
Me: HAYYYYY GIRLLLLLLLLLL
C: Well, we need them to some extent, right?
I just tried to drink my beer without taking the cap off. Stop judging me.
First Customer
Me: Welcome to JITB, my name is WHISKEY how are you?
C: Can we do seperate orders?
Me: No.
[dream sequence from the past]
Grave TL: Try to be nicer.
Me: But. uh.. the answer is no.
Grave TL: But make it nicer.
Me: So.. no *grimace/smile*?
Grave TL: PLEASE JUST A LITTLE!?
Me: so uh.. what do i do?
Grave TL; Sound some sort of apologetic.
Me: :\
[/dream sequence from the past]
Second Customer
Me: Whatever. What do you want?
C: Can I do split orders?
Me: No.
C: .....
Me: I'm sorry?
Grave TL: *headset* [sigh] well, you tried.
Random Dickshit I Almost Killed
C: Can I do a separate order?
Me: No.
C: Thanks, I'd like a ch---
Me: I said no.
C: What? Why?
Me: Because I said??
C: are you always this much of a bitch?
Me: ...I'm sorry?
C: Uh.. can I get a [blah order].
Me: $9.92 at the window :|
They, somehow, found their manners at the window. I should have refused. I would have loved to refuse. I will refuse next time. My TL can serve him, I don't deal with that shit. All these assholes have mothers and I will call every single one of them.
The reason Grave/I don't do split orders is because it never ends. One turns into two. Then three. Then FIVE. No. No, get out. I don't want it. Neither does grill. Do the damn math before your drunk ass gets here, spot your bro a tenner for his bacon ultimate, I dont care. Every split order takes 6+ minutes because youre DUMB AS FUCK. No split orders. Ever. Not to mention, everytime we do a split order, we get hit with a rush. As a general rule we don't park on grave. I'm sorry, guy behind the four split order car, you have to wait 15 minutes for your cheeseburger because this guy wanted to pay separately instead of paying together and cutting the time in half. I'm sure you understand.
So, a bit offtopic, whats the popular consensus on giving out your number at work? I've had two (relatively) cute guys ask for my number and the kneejerk reaction is LOL NO. It just seems so.. awkward. I'm trapped where I am, forced to speak with you, and this is the time and place to hit on me. In any other situation, I would have given it to them, but it just seems so... weird.
And they always ask when you get off work. Nevermind, answered it myself there. Ick.
This is short. Apparently, I'm not the nicest person. Even at work. I work grave. I could work up some mathematical schematic about how not nice I a-- HEY LOOK A DRANK.
I am horrible at being nice.
Me: HAYYYYY GIRLLLLLLLLLL
C: Well, we need them to some extent, right?
I just tried to drink my beer without taking the cap off. Stop judging me.
First Customer
Me: Welcome to JITB, my name is WHISKEY how are you?
C: Can we do seperate orders?
Me: No.
[dream sequence from the past]
Grave TL: Try to be nicer.
Me: But. uh.. the answer is no.
Grave TL: But make it nicer.
Me: So.. no *grimace/smile*?
Grave TL: PLEASE JUST A LITTLE!?
Me: so uh.. what do i do?
Grave TL; Sound some sort of apologetic.
Me: :\
[/dream sequence from the past]
Second Customer
Me: Whatever. What do you want?
C: Can I do split orders?
Me: No.
C: .....
Me: I'm sorry?
Grave TL: *headset* [sigh] well, you tried.
Random Dickshit I Almost Killed
C: Can I do a separate order?
Me: No.
C: Thanks, I'd like a ch---
Me: I said no.
C: What? Why?
Me: Because I said??
C: are you always this much of a bitch?
Me: ...I'm sorry?
C: Uh.. can I get a [blah order].
Me: $9.92 at the window :|
They, somehow, found their manners at the window. I should have refused. I would have loved to refuse. I will refuse next time. My TL can serve him, I don't deal with that shit. All these assholes have mothers and I will call every single one of them.
The reason Grave/I don't do split orders is because it never ends. One turns into two. Then three. Then FIVE. No. No, get out. I don't want it. Neither does grill. Do the damn math before your drunk ass gets here, spot your bro a tenner for his bacon ultimate, I dont care. Every split order takes 6+ minutes because youre DUMB AS FUCK. No split orders. Ever. Not to mention, everytime we do a split order, we get hit with a rush. As a general rule we don't park on grave. I'm sorry, guy behind the four split order car, you have to wait 15 minutes for your cheeseburger because this guy wanted to pay separately instead of paying together and cutting the time in half. I'm sure you understand.
So, a bit offtopic, whats the popular consensus on giving out your number at work? I've had two (relatively) cute guys ask for my number and the kneejerk reaction is LOL NO. It just seems so.. awkward. I'm trapped where I am, forced to speak with you, and this is the time and place to hit on me. In any other situation, I would have given it to them, but it just seems so... weird.
And they always ask when you get off work. Nevermind, answered it myself there. Ick.
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