I don't remember if I ever posted this story but it happened when I worked at Taco Hell a number of years ago. Some of the details may be fuzzy as it WAS years ago, yet I remember most of it.
Another bit of background: I may have mentioned it here and there but I am deaf in one of my ears and have been since a very young age. Sometimes it's hard to understand me because of this and sometimes I have trouble hearing people but the majority of people DO understand me.
I worked at Taco Hell when I was still in high school, it was only for a short time and it was also my first job. I was a naive little brat and some of the things that happened there I should've done something more about but didn't want to get fired since it WAS, after all, my first job. It is also the reason why today I am hesitant on sharing tills with certain people and have refused to do so in the past.
I still enjoyed working there with most of my co-workers at the time and if I ever go back up north again and one of the managers is still working there, I can expect to get free tacos.
This happened a few months before I switched over to a department store. I was working drive-thru one night with one of my favorite shift managers, I'll call her J. J was an older woman who took no shit from anyone, she is one of the reasons why I began growing a spine -- she was awesome despite bit a bit of a hard ass but well worth the trouble.
So there I was working drive-thru, J and another co-worker [I'll call him Red Head because of his red hair] also had head sets on in case I needed a bit of back-up. If anyone has ever been to or worked at a Taco Hell before, you'll know that there are several kinds of chalupas and gorditas. I get this one lady who drives up to the speaker and wants several chalupas with beef.
Me: Which style do you want it in? *rattles off the different kinds*
SC: Beef.
Me: Yes, I know but what style do you want it in? *tells about the different kinds*
SC: I don't understand you.
Me: I'm sorry I --
SC: *in a slow manner* Get. Me. Some. One. Who. Speaks. English. NOW.
When she said that I just stood there in shock, Red Head acted quickly and jumped on the headset and got the lady through. I helped the other people that were ahead of her, all the while shaken up and trying to stay calm. When the lady pulled up she demanded a manger, of which J was happy to obliege. I was standing not too far away, visibly shaken up.
From what I could hear of the conversation, the SC said something along the lines of hiring people who don't speak English. Of which J tells her that I do, in fact, speak, read, write, and understand English but I have a hearing problem that sometimes makes it hard for me to be understood. The SC complained some about it despite J telling her that she and Red Head had no trouble understanding me and the SC was the first person to complain about it. And that she wasn't going to pull me off of the drive-thru just because of ONE person.
I don't remember what happened after that as Red Head told me to go on my break but I didn't hear anything more about what happened. If the SC complained about me to the GM I don't know nor do I care. This was the first and only person that had ever not fully understood me on a drive-thru.
Another bit of background: I may have mentioned it here and there but I am deaf in one of my ears and have been since a very young age. Sometimes it's hard to understand me because of this and sometimes I have trouble hearing people but the majority of people DO understand me.
I worked at Taco Hell when I was still in high school, it was only for a short time and it was also my first job. I was a naive little brat and some of the things that happened there I should've done something more about but didn't want to get fired since it WAS, after all, my first job. It is also the reason why today I am hesitant on sharing tills with certain people and have refused to do so in the past.
I still enjoyed working there with most of my co-workers at the time and if I ever go back up north again and one of the managers is still working there, I can expect to get free tacos.
This happened a few months before I switched over to a department store. I was working drive-thru one night with one of my favorite shift managers, I'll call her J. J was an older woman who took no shit from anyone, she is one of the reasons why I began growing a spine -- she was awesome despite bit a bit of a hard ass but well worth the trouble.
So there I was working drive-thru, J and another co-worker [I'll call him Red Head because of his red hair] also had head sets on in case I needed a bit of back-up. If anyone has ever been to or worked at a Taco Hell before, you'll know that there are several kinds of chalupas and gorditas. I get this one lady who drives up to the speaker and wants several chalupas with beef.
Me: Which style do you want it in? *rattles off the different kinds*
SC: Beef.
Me: Yes, I know but what style do you want it in? *tells about the different kinds*
SC: I don't understand you.
Me: I'm sorry I --
SC: *in a slow manner* Get. Me. Some. One. Who. Speaks. English. NOW.
When she said that I just stood there in shock, Red Head acted quickly and jumped on the headset and got the lady through. I helped the other people that were ahead of her, all the while shaken up and trying to stay calm. When the lady pulled up she demanded a manger, of which J was happy to obliege. I was standing not too far away, visibly shaken up.
From what I could hear of the conversation, the SC said something along the lines of hiring people who don't speak English. Of which J tells her that I do, in fact, speak, read, write, and understand English but I have a hearing problem that sometimes makes it hard for me to be understood. The SC complained some about it despite J telling her that she and Red Head had no trouble understanding me and the SC was the first person to complain about it. And that she wasn't going to pull me off of the drive-thru just because of ONE person.
I don't remember what happened after that as Red Head told me to go on my break but I didn't hear anything more about what happened. If the SC complained about me to the GM I don't know nor do I care. This was the first and only person that had ever not fully understood me on a drive-thru.
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