A wise man once said, "Bitching never helps."
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At least I got off work early today.
Right after I got back from my break, I punched back in and went back up to the counter to find some guy standing there YELLING HIS HEAD OFF because other people got their orders of pancakes before him. All the pancakes came up at the same time. The other people had just pancakes; he had other stuff. Anthony or whoever gave the other people theirs first so their orders would be finished and we could clear out the lobby. But NOOOO, this guy couldn't wait thirty damn seconds to get his pancakes. Anthony tried to explain the situation and the guy lost it. He stormed out hollering that he would write to headquarters in Oak Brook to complain.
You're going to write to a multi-BILLION dollar corporation's world headquarters because you didn't get your pancakes as fast as you wanted?! What kind of childhood did this guy have where he is completely unaccustomed to not being treated as the only occupant of a room full of people? Who do you think you are, a fucking king? There are other people who can be cleared out of the lobby and YOU STILL HAVE SHIT TO WAIT FOR. When you get your pancakes has no bearing whatsoever on when your order is finished. All you are doing is making yourself look like an ass and inciting the wrath of the crew (James was asking Anthony if he could beat the guy up if he clocked out, since the manager isn't liable for anything the crew does while they're not on the clock). The guy has an easily recognizable face... too bad the kitchen is visible from the lobby, or he'd have quite a surprise in his fucking pancakes the next time he came around.
(Yes, I know I'm bitching and it's not helping, but I'm not irritating a room full of people over something that can't be helped, so STFU. XP )
At least I got off work early today.
Right after I got back from my break, I punched back in and went back up to the counter to find some guy standing there YELLING HIS HEAD OFF because other people got their orders of pancakes before him. All the pancakes came up at the same time. The other people had just pancakes; he had other stuff. Anthony or whoever gave the other people theirs first so their orders would be finished and we could clear out the lobby. But NOOOO, this guy couldn't wait thirty damn seconds to get his pancakes. Anthony tried to explain the situation and the guy lost it. He stormed out hollering that he would write to headquarters in Oak Brook to complain.
You're going to write to a multi-BILLION dollar corporation's world headquarters because you didn't get your pancakes as fast as you wanted?! What kind of childhood did this guy have where he is completely unaccustomed to not being treated as the only occupant of a room full of people? Who do you think you are, a fucking king? There are other people who can be cleared out of the lobby and YOU STILL HAVE SHIT TO WAIT FOR. When you get your pancakes has no bearing whatsoever on when your order is finished. All you are doing is making yourself look like an ass and inciting the wrath of the crew (James was asking Anthony if he could beat the guy up if he clocked out, since the manager isn't liable for anything the crew does while they're not on the clock). The guy has an easily recognizable face... too bad the kitchen is visible from the lobby, or he'd have quite a surprise in his fucking pancakes the next time he came around.
(Yes, I know I'm bitching and it's not helping, but I'm not irritating a room full of people over something that can't be helped, so STFU. XP )
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