Normally I'm the one with the stick up my ass but lately our customers have flipped the switch on me. I'm trying to speak more loudly in drive-thru so I won't get pissy if they still can't hear me. I've even been more polite and sounding like I actually give a shit. It seems to work during the day, but once nighttime hits, the assholes come out to play.
And another thing that pisses me off is that when I'm taking money at the window, customers want to act like they have no home training. When I open the window I'll say "Hi, how are you?" And the response? "Ketchup and salt." I don't think you heard me correctly, I asked you how you were doing not what you wanted with your food. You're supposed to say something in response to my greeting and then say what else you want. That just really pisses me off. I just grin and bear it but if I'm feeling bitchy myself, I'll repeat a little louder, "And how are you doing?" Then they get a little attitude and say "Fine," but you know they're pissed off now.
But it doesn't matter because today I applied to a few places and hopefullyone of them will call me back and I can finally free myself from the burger hell in which I toil everyday. Next month would mark my third year of employment there.
And another thing that pisses me off is that when I'm taking money at the window, customers want to act like they have no home training. When I open the window I'll say "Hi, how are you?" And the response? "Ketchup and salt." I don't think you heard me correctly, I asked you how you were doing not what you wanted with your food. You're supposed to say something in response to my greeting and then say what else you want. That just really pisses me off. I just grin and bear it but if I'm feeling bitchy myself, I'll repeat a little louder, "And how are you doing?" Then they get a little attitude and say "Fine," but you know they're pissed off now.
But it doesn't matter because today I applied to a few places and hopefullyone of them will call me back and I can finally free myself from the burger hell in which I toil everyday. Next month would mark my third year of employment there.
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