Me: “Hi there, welcome to [fast food restaurant], how can I help you?”
Customer: “Yeah, I’d like a chicken nugget kids meal.”
Me: “Alrighty then, what would you like to drink?”
Customer: “Sweet and sour.”
Me: “Okay ma’am, but what would you like to drink?”
Customer: “I just told you, I want sweet and sour with my nuggets!”
Me, catching on to their game: “Okay… what would you like to dip?”
Customer: “Coke!”
My Boss likes to preach that she doesn’t “micro manage”. This is her was of saying, I approve time off and talk on the phone all day.
I took a salaried job which means u can work 35 hours, 40 hours, or 60 hours, but get paid for 40 regardless. (for those of u lucky enough not to know). I was told that this was a few extra hours a week during our busy times. turns out it is a MANDATORY 12 hours a week. It comes with the territory, but the bad part is that u NEVER get to work under 40 hours because she makes you make up any time missed.
For the past three months I have been working with this woman who has got to be the most overpaid lazy slacker I’ve ever known. Okay, so like I said she has been with our company for three months. She has a role here that requires 100% motivation to be successful. When she interviewed with us, she was up against another candidate who in RETROSPECT would have worked out much better but I digress… the last two weeks have been hell. I had been so busy during the first couple of months she was here that I did not notice how little she actually works. But, my boss (there are three of us on our team) went out of town for business for a week and I saw all of the true colors. Monday, comes in at around 10 am (most arrive at 8:30) and makes an announcement to everyone in our row that she’s dying for a coffee, does anyone want anything, and then leaves for a 30 minute coffee break at the local coffee shop (which she does every day). WHICH IS ONE BLOCK AWAY.
Customer: “Oh, look at all this yummy gelato!”
Me: “Yes ma’am, the front row is gelato and the back row is ice cream.”
Customer: “Okay, I want butter pecan.”
(Butter pecan is in the back row, so it’s an ice cream. I scoop it for her.)
Customer: “Well, this is just delicious. Do you have any regular ice cream and not gelato?”
Me: “Yes ma’am. Like I said before, the back row is ice cream.”
Customer: *stops eating suddenly* “What? But I wanted gelato!”
Me: “Ma’am, I told you which ones were the gelatos. I can get you something else.”
Customer: “But, but, but I wanted gelato!”
Customer’s husband: “Quit your b****in’, I’ll eat it at home.”