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Ten years ago, I worked at a Taco Bell on the main road through my town. I worked there for 2 and a half years during high school, and a few of my classmates went there all the time.
First off, let's get the abbreviations out of the way.
CM- Classmate
Well, one day, I come into work, and I see this group I know, and one of the guys gives me a shit eating grin as I clock in. I look at him strangely, but I say nothing as I go and find out my responsibility for the day. I find out that I am working front register that night, which I preferred, because I couldn't stand the drive-through headset. (I have unusually great hearing, and the combination of background static, people not speaking clearly and that ping that happened when we got an order gave a headache at the end of a shift. That said, because of that sense of hearing, I was great at drive-through, and I got put there all the time.)
Anyway, CM comes up to me when I get signed on to the register, and proceeds to tell me that, shortly I got there, he dumped an entire 32 ounce cup of Mountain Dew on the floor.
Me: You're shitting me.
CM:I shit you not.
Me: Why didn't you tell the person on the last shift about this?
CM: What would she have done this close to shift change over?
Me: So, you left it for me?
CM: Amy (the Shift Leader on duty that day, and older sister of one of our classmates) said you were working today.
I spend the next 20 minutes, off and on, moping the dining area because of him. The thing that makes him sucky is the fact that, if he knew beforehand that I was working that day, would have deliberately dumped his drink on the floor. And he knew I was working that day, because we were both friends of Amy's sister. Whether that is what actually happened or not is debatable; the fact that he WOULD do that is what got under my skin.
I laugh at it now, but it was annoying as hell back then.
First off, let's get the abbreviations out of the way.
CM- Classmate
Well, one day, I come into work, and I see this group I know, and one of the guys gives me a shit eating grin as I clock in. I look at him strangely, but I say nothing as I go and find out my responsibility for the day. I find out that I am working front register that night, which I preferred, because I couldn't stand the drive-through headset. (I have unusually great hearing, and the combination of background static, people not speaking clearly and that ping that happened when we got an order gave a headache at the end of a shift. That said, because of that sense of hearing, I was great at drive-through, and I got put there all the time.)
Anyway, CM comes up to me when I get signed on to the register, and proceeds to tell me that, shortly I got there, he dumped an entire 32 ounce cup of Mountain Dew on the floor.
Me: You're shitting me.
CM:I shit you not.
Me: Why didn't you tell the person on the last shift about this?
CM: What would she have done this close to shift change over?
Me: So, you left it for me?
CM: Amy (the Shift Leader on duty that day, and older sister of one of our classmates) said you were working today.
I spend the next 20 minutes, off and on, moping the dining area because of him. The thing that makes him sucky is the fact that, if he knew beforehand that I was working that day, would have deliberately dumped his drink on the floor. And he knew I was working that day, because we were both friends of Amy's sister. Whether that is what actually happened or not is debatable; the fact that he WOULD do that is what got under my skin.
I laugh at it now, but it was annoying as hell back then.
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