The night my boss told me to start bringing booze to work.

[Whiskey]

This entry was really long but it belongs in the coworkers section. This kid (whos been there a month less than I have) is so terrible my mild mannered team lead is cursing all over the store and saying we should just start drinking the shifts hes on. It really wouldn't make a difference.


Me:
SC:
SCH: Sucky Customers Husband


Me: Welcome to Jack what can I get you?
SCH: 3 jalapeno poppers.
Me: Ok, anything else?
SCH: a number 8 with a rootbeer
Me: What size?

(at this point someone at the window says something to me and I don't hear what he says next)

Me: I'm sorry what?
Team Lead: He said a rootbeer.
SCH: A rootbeer
Me: What size?
SC: A NU-UH-MM-BERR EIGHT AND UH ROOT-BEEEEEERRRRRRR
Me: WHAT SIZE
SC: (quietly) medium.
Me: Okay, medium number eight with a rootbeer. anything else?
SCH: No.
Me: $x.xx at the window

So, they pull to the window and the wife is saying something. I can't hear her but she has a bug up her ass like theres no tomorrow. Shes about to say something to me, since I've approched the window when..

SCH: (to SC) Can you just SHUT UP?
Me: $x.xx please


Later in the night..

SC: Can I get a steak sandwich?
Me: A sourdough steak melt?
SC: NO, a STEAK SANDWICH DONT YOU HAVE ONE
Me: The only steak sandwich we have is a sourdough steak melt.
SC: Yeah.. thats what I want!



Apparently, the order before his ran through the drive and i didnt see them so he got their order and no one got his. The order before his was four junior bacons and a medium dr pepper. His order was a SMALL diet coke and one steak melt. When he came back a sandwich was missing and oddly he said nothing about the soda. How about that.