So you all know that in the mornings my store has the mall walker bunch in for coffee at the cafe. It seems the group has gotten really big now; they push together at least 8 small tables. Now, that's not sucky in and of itself, but it's all I can do to be a notch above rude at this point. The last Friday I worked back there I learned to run four carafes at once: 2 decaff and 2 regular. It's getting colder and people other than this group want regular now. Hey; that's cool and I can do it. But apparently it's not enough. I guess I should just list all the stuff that drove me nuts today, as that would be easier:
--Entitled CW just plunked his change down on the counter and reached behind the register to get a cup 20 minutes before opening, as he always does, and it annoys me no end.
--I have a tiered carafe display, but today I put the second decaff on the counter next to the original one. It's easier to see that way, easier for them to reach, and easier on my neck to pick it up from there. In short, I had a reason. It was different than usual, and one of the nice ladies offered to move it to it's usual place, but I said "It's ok; I want it on the counter." No problem with her, but all morning the rest of them kept moving it from where I put it to the top of the display and I mentally considered taking the thing apart. They probably didn't know, but after the first time I put it back on the counter where I wanted it, they should've figured it out. Stop moving stuff and just take the coffee you paid for!
--Bringing the empty carafe to the front of my counter, dripping coffee on my paperwork because they couldn't see the second carafe of decaff right next to it, in front of their eyes. OK, again--STOP MOVING STUFF!! I was literally just about to go get it when another customer walked up and the old people pulled this one.
--Some lady trying to chat me up (for lack of a better term) as I was rounding the corner to get the coffee and yet again make more. It's not bad to be friendly, but can't you see me running? Of course not. And I feel bad because she probably remembered me from cashiering and I didn't remember her and couldn't really chat because I was being pulled in so many directions that when she asked "How's your day going?" I just said, "OK." Not the best answer, but on 5 hours sleep, I can only process so much mentally. My mall walkers run me as if I were the mom and they were toddlers.
It all boils down to impatience and the fact that apparently I need to make not 6 but EIGHT pots of coffee to get through the first 1.5 hours. Come ON! I'm by myself, trying to deal with them and clean the oven and make sure I have everything on the menu available shortly after 8:00 am after opening only about 25 minutes after I got there. (That's another thing: MODs always open five minutes early.) Next time I am making 6 pots right away--2 on bottom, 2 on top, and 2 on the sides. If they tell me I'm out of coffee at that point, then I don't know what to say. I'm not a Starbucks!
--Entitled CW just plunked his change down on the counter and reached behind the register to get a cup 20 minutes before opening, as he always does, and it annoys me no end.
--I have a tiered carafe display, but today I put the second decaff on the counter next to the original one. It's easier to see that way, easier for them to reach, and easier on my neck to pick it up from there. In short, I had a reason. It was different than usual, and one of the nice ladies offered to move it to it's usual place, but I said "It's ok; I want it on the counter." No problem with her, but all morning the rest of them kept moving it from where I put it to the top of the display and I mentally considered taking the thing apart. They probably didn't know, but after the first time I put it back on the counter where I wanted it, they should've figured it out. Stop moving stuff and just take the coffee you paid for!
--Bringing the empty carafe to the front of my counter, dripping coffee on my paperwork because they couldn't see the second carafe of decaff right next to it, in front of their eyes. OK, again--STOP MOVING STUFF!! I was literally just about to go get it when another customer walked up and the old people pulled this one.
--Some lady trying to chat me up (for lack of a better term) as I was rounding the corner to get the coffee and yet again make more. It's not bad to be friendly, but can't you see me running? Of course not. And I feel bad because she probably remembered me from cashiering and I didn't remember her and couldn't really chat because I was being pulled in so many directions that when she asked "How's your day going?" I just said, "OK." Not the best answer, but on 5 hours sleep, I can only process so much mentally. My mall walkers run me as if I were the mom and they were toddlers.
It all boils down to impatience and the fact that apparently I need to make not 6 but EIGHT pots of coffee to get through the first 1.5 hours. Come ON! I'm by myself, trying to deal with them and clean the oven and make sure I have everything on the menu available shortly after 8:00 am after opening only about 25 minutes after I got there. (That's another thing: MODs always open five minutes early.) Next time I am making 6 pots right away--2 on bottom, 2 on top, and 2 on the sides. If they tell me I'm out of coffee at that point, then I don't know what to say. I'm not a Starbucks!
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