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Vacation on Tuesday and the SCs Smell Blood.
I'm going on a week long vacation to Texas this coming tuesday, but before that lovely vacation I have been assigned to work the dreaded "Friday/Saturday/Sunday" triple shift of death. (aka: Night shift 3 days in a row on those days)
To top it off, Washington finally decided to act like summer and the sun came out strong and hard yesterday. The forecast for those 3 days is sun all around. So far through friday and saturday, the forecast has been 100% correct. The reason why I bring that up is because there is something about sunny weather that makes the whole universe want to go to Subway.
It's been a hellish last two days, and here are two stories. One for each day.
"I wanted a 6-inch."
This woman came in and told me she wanted an Orchard Chicken on flatbread. Normally I always ask them if they want a 6 inch or a footlong if they don't specify, but my brain was not all the way there due to the fact that I'm recovering from a small cold. I decided to assume she wanted a footlong since she said nothing when I pulled out a footlong size flatbread. How wrong I was.
She decided to wait until the sandwich was finished being made and wrapped up before she told me that she only wanted a 6 inch. Really, now? You mean this whole time when I got the bread out and you watched me go through the entire process of making your damn sandwich you decided to let me know only after I was already finished?
I just said something along the lines of "You didn't tell me you wanted a 6 inch when I got the sandwich started and if it is not specified we automatically do a footlong." *which is partially true. The manager instructs us to always ask if they are getting a footlong and to only do a 6 inch if they say they are only getting a 6 inch*
She still insisted on the 6 inch. (at least she wasn't being a bitch about it) so I told her I would take out half of the sandwich and let her keep the other half. I did that and threw out the half in the waste bin right in front of her and proceeded to ring her up.
Today's story:
THIS. IS. SUBWAY!!!! (not an episode of Trading Spaces)
We had a tournament group come in today. It's always nothing but problems when we have those. They all show up at the exact same time and we are slammed out of the ass for as long as they keep piling into the store, and the players/parents/coaches/ NEVER tip, while being the most obnoxious and messiest customers. The store looks like a bomb went off after they have been there. It NEVER fails.
But the thing that pisses me off most about "Tournament People" is that they love to play "Trading Spaces" with our tables and chairs. They will re-arrange our whole damn lobby to their pleasure but not once in the history of the universe have these people EVER put the tables/chairs back to their original state before leaving the store. All the while leaving their trash all over. It enrages me. I feel like we're being trolled in real life when they do that. One of these days I'm half expecting to see a leftover napkin with a Trollface drawn on it for good measure.
Texas can't come soon enough.
To top it off, Washington finally decided to act like summer and the sun came out strong and hard yesterday. The forecast for those 3 days is sun all around. So far through friday and saturday, the forecast has been 100% correct. The reason why I bring that up is because there is something about sunny weather that makes the whole universe want to go to Subway.
It's been a hellish last two days, and here are two stories. One for each day.
"I wanted a 6-inch."
This woman came in and told me she wanted an Orchard Chicken on flatbread. Normally I always ask them if they want a 6 inch or a footlong if they don't specify, but my brain was not all the way there due to the fact that I'm recovering from a small cold. I decided to assume she wanted a footlong since she said nothing when I pulled out a footlong size flatbread. How wrong I was.
She decided to wait until the sandwich was finished being made and wrapped up before she told me that she only wanted a 6 inch. Really, now? You mean this whole time when I got the bread out and you watched me go through the entire process of making your damn sandwich you decided to let me know only after I was already finished?
I just said something along the lines of "You didn't tell me you wanted a 6 inch when I got the sandwich started and if it is not specified we automatically do a footlong." *which is partially true. The manager instructs us to always ask if they are getting a footlong and to only do a 6 inch if they say they are only getting a 6 inch*
She still insisted on the 6 inch. (at least she wasn't being a bitch about it) so I told her I would take out half of the sandwich and let her keep the other half. I did that and threw out the half in the waste bin right in front of her and proceeded to ring her up.
Today's story:
THIS. IS. SUBWAY!!!! (not an episode of Trading Spaces)
We had a tournament group come in today. It's always nothing but problems when we have those. They all show up at the exact same time and we are slammed out of the ass for as long as they keep piling into the store, and the players/parents/coaches/ NEVER tip, while being the most obnoxious and messiest customers. The store looks like a bomb went off after they have been there. It NEVER fails.
But the thing that pisses me off most about "Tournament People" is that they love to play "Trading Spaces" with our tables and chairs. They will re-arrange our whole damn lobby to their pleasure but not once in the history of the universe have these people EVER put the tables/chairs back to their original state before leaving the store. All the while leaving their trash all over. It enrages me. I feel like we're being trolled in real life when they do that. One of these days I'm half expecting to see a leftover napkin with a Trollface drawn on it for good measure.
Texas can't come soon enough.
So my advice would be get out of fast food. But yeah, they are a bunch of assholes for doing that every time they come in.
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