I'm new to the site. I introduced myself in the appropriate thread, but also, if you missed that, pleased to meet you. Where I work, I normally enjoy myself and have fewer sucky customer-types than at past jobs--if one can handle people with highly specific requests.
Recap: Deli worker, breakfast, attached to a Supermarket
I'll be the first to admit this day was rotten all around. I've got a raging case of PMS and it didn't help matters--even when I lost my grip on hot gravy, splattering and burning myself, getting it all over my apron, pant legs and shoes, and the floor. So maybe today the customers, which I enjoy, just SEEMED worse than usual?
Three examples (please be warned: some swearing follows!):
1. Dear customers: Please to not have me take your orders before we open? You sir, I just got here five minutes ago. I haven't had time to plunk down coffee for you yet. Do not gape at me as if I've lost my mind. We are not OPEN yet, peeps! Your order gets taken now, you are in for a LONG wait. I cannot magically make the grill heat faster. I also am rushing around, very busy and very behind because we are in the process of moving to a new store and everything is moved around or missing, putting down your chairs, and each time I must stop and ring up your orders for coffee or early orders that I cannot make yet, YOU MAJORLY WASTE MY TIME, and put me further behind. The further behind I get, the longer you are gonna wait for your food!
2. Dear sir; I've come to accept by now that when you plunk down your money and walk off, you expect me to read your mind (and this again always before we open). I've come to realize that you usually want the daily special. However I do not KNOW you well enough yet to realize what kind of eggs you want, what you might want for your meat choice, and what kind of toast would you like? STOP for god's sake and tell me!
3. Dear Speshul Snowflake Moron: Do you see how BUSY we are? All day long I've had no less than nine orders at a time, and each time I get it down to three or four, here come six more. I try to do four orders at one time, but I am responsible for that, bussing your orders, cleaning your tables, doing all stocking, the trash, taking a lot of orders myself, maintaining your coffee....ALL ALONE. No help! The other ladies are busy as well! And when you order, first come, first serve!
So when you come squawking and tell my mother "This guy ordered after me but got his food before I did!!!" (Yes, I work with my mother in the same department....) it is because his order was ready before yours. I had eight pancakes orders to fill, each with meat and eggs added. The grill is only so large and can hold so much. His order was simpler. I started your orders at the same time, the only way to deal with the crowds, but his was DONE FIRST. Stop BITCHING!!! I was kind and polite when I told you and you still sneered. My hormones are raging and I'm glad you didn't hear me call you the expletive I held back until I got back to my grill where I could not be heard. And PS, you didn't have to wait more than ten or fifteen minutes for your order total, considering the crowds. (Note: The Deli is NOT fast food by any means. People who order can expect to wait.)
To the SAME MORON SPESHUL SNOWFLAKE, you are an IMMATURE ASS!!!! You didn't like it because someone got served before you, so you decide to get revenge by leaving God's Own Mess at your table?!! Not just your plates left around, but a deliberate smeared hellhole where you were sitting, you fucking bastard. You are a GROWN MAN. You HAD to have been over 35 and this is how you act? I wonder what the woman who was with you thought!
That wasn't all of it, but as I said, today was a rotten day and I had to get this off my chest....and yes, my mother, adult woman that I am, still tried to lecture me for swearing. *bashful grin*
Recap: Deli worker, breakfast, attached to a Supermarket
I'll be the first to admit this day was rotten all around. I've got a raging case of PMS and it didn't help matters--even when I lost my grip on hot gravy, splattering and burning myself, getting it all over my apron, pant legs and shoes, and the floor. So maybe today the customers, which I enjoy, just SEEMED worse than usual?
Three examples (please be warned: some swearing follows!):
1. Dear customers: Please to not have me take your orders before we open? You sir, I just got here five minutes ago. I haven't had time to plunk down coffee for you yet. Do not gape at me as if I've lost my mind. We are not OPEN yet, peeps! Your order gets taken now, you are in for a LONG wait. I cannot magically make the grill heat faster. I also am rushing around, very busy and very behind because we are in the process of moving to a new store and everything is moved around or missing, putting down your chairs, and each time I must stop and ring up your orders for coffee or early orders that I cannot make yet, YOU MAJORLY WASTE MY TIME, and put me further behind. The further behind I get, the longer you are gonna wait for your food!
2. Dear sir; I've come to accept by now that when you plunk down your money and walk off, you expect me to read your mind (and this again always before we open). I've come to realize that you usually want the daily special. However I do not KNOW you well enough yet to realize what kind of eggs you want, what you might want for your meat choice, and what kind of toast would you like? STOP for god's sake and tell me!
3. Dear Speshul Snowflake Moron: Do you see how BUSY we are? All day long I've had no less than nine orders at a time, and each time I get it down to three or four, here come six more. I try to do four orders at one time, but I am responsible for that, bussing your orders, cleaning your tables, doing all stocking, the trash, taking a lot of orders myself, maintaining your coffee....ALL ALONE. No help! The other ladies are busy as well! And when you order, first come, first serve!
So when you come squawking and tell my mother "This guy ordered after me but got his food before I did!!!" (Yes, I work with my mother in the same department....) it is because his order was ready before yours. I had eight pancakes orders to fill, each with meat and eggs added. The grill is only so large and can hold so much. His order was simpler. I started your orders at the same time, the only way to deal with the crowds, but his was DONE FIRST. Stop BITCHING!!! I was kind and polite when I told you and you still sneered. My hormones are raging and I'm glad you didn't hear me call you the expletive I held back until I got back to my grill where I could not be heard. And PS, you didn't have to wait more than ten or fifteen minutes for your order total, considering the crowds. (Note: The Deli is NOT fast food by any means. People who order can expect to wait.)
To the SAME MORON SPESHUL SNOWFLAKE, you are an IMMATURE ASS!!!! You didn't like it because someone got served before you, so you decide to get revenge by leaving God's Own Mess at your table?!! Not just your plates left around, but a deliberate smeared hellhole where you were sitting, you fucking bastard. You are a GROWN MAN. You HAD to have been over 35 and this is how you act? I wonder what the woman who was with you thought!
That wasn't all of it, but as I said, today was a rotten day and I had to get this off my chest....and yes, my mother, adult woman that I am, still tried to lecture me for swearing. *bashful grin*
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