my night job, answering phones at local pizza joint...
And tonight, all the morons called...
Without even quoting any of them, my #1 pet peeve, repeated may times tonight. Let me BEG of you: When you call to order take-out food, for the love of Bob, PLEASE peruse the menu BEFORE dialing the phone! Decide what you will be ordering, scream down the hall to Grandma and second-cousin Jimmy, ask what they would like to order BEFORE dialing the phone. And when I ask "Anything else?" that is not an invitation for you to go dig out our menu and "hmm, um..maybe a, no, how about...uh, no wait, fries? no, um...do you have....?"
Im not generally an impatient person. But there are 4 phone lines and only little ole me to answer them and keep it moving in a timely fashion. Placing an order should not take 9 minutes, should not involve your neighbors cat, I dont need your life story, dont wanna chat and giggle with you. Have a nice day.
My next pet peeve, very similar to the first, played out tonight:
Me:"blah-blah-blah Pizza, can I help you?"
SC (Sucky Caller): "Yeah, Hang on..." and disappears. (I hear him yelling back and forth with someone, obviously he hasnt read my above diatribe.)
Meanwhile a customer comes in for a pick-up, so I go ahead and process him through...SC returns to phone about 3/4 of the way through our transaction and hears me finishing up. I took his(SC) order while counting out change to the gent at the counter, made no mistakes on his order...but yes, when our driver delivered SC's food, he complained that "the girl on the phone wasnt giving me her 100% attention" while he was placing his order.
Bah.
Then, this happens more often than I can explain...when taking a delivery order, we need a phone number. Our customer database is stored this way, and the drivers need the numbers in case they cant locate the house or whatever.
Me: "Ok,I just need a phone number"
SC: "uuhhh...im <yells to someone> what is the/my/our phone number?"
Tonight a woman took FOUR minutes to locate her damn phone number. I had to place two other calls on hold, which she heard me do clear as a bell, and she continued to giggle and "OMG!" over the fact that she didnt know her phone number. She found it hilarious. I did not.
And my final bitch, why oh why, if your change is $.08 why cant you just drop it in my little tip basket? Oh because you have to COUNT the pennies to make sure I gave you the right amount back. Repeatedly tonight, tightwads counted their coins and stuffed them into their pockets rather than tip me a measly coin or 2. If you can afford to blow $50 on take-out food on a Monday night, I'd say I kinda need that .08 more than you do. I make less than min wage, work my ass off, and am nice to everyone. Sometimes it just doesnt seem worth it.
Have a couple stories from my day job (cashier at grocery store) but I have fried dough and a good tv night ahead of me.
And tonight, all the morons called...
Without even quoting any of them, my #1 pet peeve, repeated may times tonight. Let me BEG of you: When you call to order take-out food, for the love of Bob, PLEASE peruse the menu BEFORE dialing the phone! Decide what you will be ordering, scream down the hall to Grandma and second-cousin Jimmy, ask what they would like to order BEFORE dialing the phone. And when I ask "Anything else?" that is not an invitation for you to go dig out our menu and "hmm, um..maybe a, no, how about...uh, no wait, fries? no, um...do you have....?"
Im not generally an impatient person. But there are 4 phone lines and only little ole me to answer them and keep it moving in a timely fashion. Placing an order should not take 9 minutes, should not involve your neighbors cat, I dont need your life story, dont wanna chat and giggle with you. Have a nice day.
My next pet peeve, very similar to the first, played out tonight:
Me:"blah-blah-blah Pizza, can I help you?"
SC (Sucky Caller): "Yeah, Hang on..." and disappears. (I hear him yelling back and forth with someone, obviously he hasnt read my above diatribe.)
Meanwhile a customer comes in for a pick-up, so I go ahead and process him through...SC returns to phone about 3/4 of the way through our transaction and hears me finishing up. I took his(SC) order while counting out change to the gent at the counter, made no mistakes on his order...but yes, when our driver delivered SC's food, he complained that "the girl on the phone wasnt giving me her 100% attention" while he was placing his order.
Bah.
Then, this happens more often than I can explain...when taking a delivery order, we need a phone number. Our customer database is stored this way, and the drivers need the numbers in case they cant locate the house or whatever.
Me: "Ok,I just need a phone number"
SC: "uuhhh...im <yells to someone> what is the/my/our phone number?"
Tonight a woman took FOUR minutes to locate her damn phone number. I had to place two other calls on hold, which she heard me do clear as a bell, and she continued to giggle and "OMG!" over the fact that she didnt know her phone number. She found it hilarious. I did not.
And my final bitch, why oh why, if your change is $.08 why cant you just drop it in my little tip basket? Oh because you have to COUNT the pennies to make sure I gave you the right amount back. Repeatedly tonight, tightwads counted their coins and stuffed them into their pockets rather than tip me a measly coin or 2. If you can afford to blow $50 on take-out food on a Monday night, I'd say I kinda need that .08 more than you do. I make less than min wage, work my ass off, and am nice to everyone. Sometimes it just doesnt seem worth it.
Have a couple stories from my day job (cashier at grocery store) but I have fried dough and a good tv night ahead of me.
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