Unless you've read any Terry Pratchett, don't try and understand the title of this.
Well, today was what I would classify as being a "bad" day at work. Rude, exhasperating customers (moreso than usual . . . why do I get the difficult ones?), a near brush with death, embarrassment galore, the stupid slushie machine acting up again . . .
I am going to have a helluva good time on my last day in that place, getting back at all the customers who've given me a hard time. Anyway.
Wait, a near brush with death, you ask? Eyep. And it would suck to die while fetching Toilet Paper to tend to the bathrooms at Burger King.
So I was going not-so-happily along, looking forward to 4PM, when I would get off and go buy my new camera Cell Phone (Yay cell phonage! Let me know if you want my number!) when I misjudged the angle of walking along a wet patch of floor back in the the kitchens. Down went Anja (not so surprisingly), raising a great clatter as she knocked down the "wet floor" sign and a broom and dustpan. As she fell, the end of the handle of the dustpan got positioned so that it jammed up against her throat just under her mandable as I fell on it. Yeah. Just a bit of a different angle and something likely would've been crushed or torn. Fate was looking kindly upon me this day. Oh, and God might've had something to do with it, too. =P
So if you never see me again, know it was probably because I died of something monumentally stupid and embarrassing, such as slipping on a wet floor and being stabbed in the neck by a broom handle while on the way to fetch toilet paper for the bathrooms at BK.
But Anja prevailed! Yes she did, and, after explaining to half a million people that she was ok and tougher than she looked (as at least one of you can attest to *ahem*), she went on to finish her workday, pick up her check, run to the bank, buy the cell phone, and have much easily-amused fun playing with the camera feature. ^_^ Whee!
As for today's customers . . . gah! I really must get that workblog set up as somewhere to vent. Why is it they think I have control over the pricing? Don't look at me when something rings up on the register as eighteen cents more than on the menue board. Yeesh. And don't get my sweet, too-patient coworker in trouble because you thought I rang things up wrong when I actually rang them up correctly, then change your story so that you thought it'd be cheaper the other way, yet didn't tell me when ordering, and didn't decide to change it until after I'd run you up and sent you on your way. It's my job to know when things will be cheaper in meals, and I go to lengths to find out if something is cheaper in a meal than alone. But, fyi, your original order of two cheeseburgers, a small fry, and medium drink is cheaper than a cheeseburger value meal with a meduim fry and drink and another cheeseburger and small fry on the side. So don't change your story half a million times and expect us to understand what you mean.
By the way, they did end up going away with what they'd had in the first place with no changes, and my coworker got in trouble for some reason I don't understand concerning how she tried helping me.
Hi, welcome to Burger King. Please leave your common sense at the door because we love dealing with your incompetent, entitlement-bitch attitudes.
Whew. The blog shall go up soon! Thank goodness school starts in a few weeks and I'll have a break from the fast-food business. Next summer, I'll try a step up at Bob Evans or so and keeping work at BK part time (they're very flexible about that) before going back to full-time there.
Well, today was what I would classify as being a "bad" day at work. Rude, exhasperating customers (moreso than usual . . . why do I get the difficult ones?), a near brush with death, embarrassment galore, the stupid slushie machine acting up again . . .
I am going to have a helluva good time on my last day in that place, getting back at all the customers who've given me a hard time. Anyway.
Wait, a near brush with death, you ask? Eyep. And it would suck to die while fetching Toilet Paper to tend to the bathrooms at Burger King.
So I was going not-so-happily along, looking forward to 4PM, when I would get off and go buy my new camera Cell Phone (Yay cell phonage! Let me know if you want my number!) when I misjudged the angle of walking along a wet patch of floor back in the the kitchens. Down went Anja (not so surprisingly), raising a great clatter as she knocked down the "wet floor" sign and a broom and dustpan. As she fell, the end of the handle of the dustpan got positioned so that it jammed up against her throat just under her mandable as I fell on it. Yeah. Just a bit of a different angle and something likely would've been crushed or torn. Fate was looking kindly upon me this day. Oh, and God might've had something to do with it, too. =P
So if you never see me again, know it was probably because I died of something monumentally stupid and embarrassing, such as slipping on a wet floor and being stabbed in the neck by a broom handle while on the way to fetch toilet paper for the bathrooms at BK.
But Anja prevailed! Yes she did, and, after explaining to half a million people that she was ok and tougher than she looked (as at least one of you can attest to *ahem*), she went on to finish her workday, pick up her check, run to the bank, buy the cell phone, and have much easily-amused fun playing with the camera feature. ^_^ Whee!
As for today's customers . . . gah! I really must get that workblog set up as somewhere to vent. Why is it they think I have control over the pricing? Don't look at me when something rings up on the register as eighteen cents more than on the menue board. Yeesh. And don't get my sweet, too-patient coworker in trouble because you thought I rang things up wrong when I actually rang them up correctly, then change your story so that you thought it'd be cheaper the other way, yet didn't tell me when ordering, and didn't decide to change it until after I'd run you up and sent you on your way. It's my job to know when things will be cheaper in meals, and I go to lengths to find out if something is cheaper in a meal than alone. But, fyi, your original order of two cheeseburgers, a small fry, and medium drink is cheaper than a cheeseburger value meal with a meduim fry and drink and another cheeseburger and small fry on the side. So don't change your story half a million times and expect us to understand what you mean.
By the way, they did end up going away with what they'd had in the first place with no changes, and my coworker got in trouble for some reason I don't understand concerning how she tried helping me.
Hi, welcome to Burger King. Please leave your common sense at the door because we love dealing with your incompetent, entitlement-bitch attitudes.
Whew. The blog shall go up soon! Thank goodness school starts in a few weeks and I'll have a break from the fast-food business. Next summer, I'll try a step up at Bob Evans or so and keeping work at BK part time (they're very flexible about that) before going back to full-time there.
