ZIZZOMG.
Here's something we haven't seen in a while- a McDonald's rant! :D
Today I worked 8-2, as is usually the case for me on Sundays. Right when I got there, a bad sign- Fisher's fat ass is sitting talking to someone out in the lobby, even though not only is she on the clock but she is the only person on front counter. I end up taking orders for her and hollering for her to come over to do the money (you're not supposed to do money for other people's registers). This went on for twenty minutes until Brandon told her to put salad packs (dressing, fork, napkin) together. She started bitching up a storm and tried to pass it off to everyone working, even though she was doing arguably the easiest task in the store. Any time someone asked her to do something, she'd bitch and moan until someone else did it. And she STILL asked to go on break every fifteen damn minutes.
Uneventful until about fifteen minutes before quitting time. At that point some mom comes in with her kid- a boy about thirteenish. She asks him what he wants, and he says "Just barbecue sauce for the fries- END OF STORY!!" She asks for the largest drink we have, and he goes "That would be the 32-ounce!! THE 32-OUNCE!!" He is standing there, fucking yelling at his mom over a drink size. If that was my kid, you'd need a fucking spatula to get him off the ground. I was THISFUCKINGCLOSE to turning to his mom and saying "If you do not beat that little shit into submission, I WILL." He came up and demanded a 32 ounce cup lid, but even though those were out, they didn't work because SURPRISE! He had the largest drink we have.... the 42-ounce.
The very next customer comes in and asks for an oreo flurry. I get one scoop of topping on and he yells "NO! M&M! M&M!!!" I go to dump out the topping (I hadn't mixed it; it was all on top), and he snaps "No. That won't do." I tell him that I'm going to scoop out the rest of the topping so there won't be a single fucking oreo crumb in there, and he goes "THAT WON'T DO." I am still failing to see why scooping out all the topping and replacing any lost ice cream was such an unacceptable solution. I had to waste an entire large flurry's worth of ice cream, for no damn reason.
GOD, I HATE PEOPLE.
Today I worked 8-2, as is usually the case for me on Sundays. Right when I got there, a bad sign- Fisher's fat ass is sitting talking to someone out in the lobby, even though not only is she on the clock but she is the only person on front counter. I end up taking orders for her and hollering for her to come over to do the money (you're not supposed to do money for other people's registers). This went on for twenty minutes until Brandon told her to put salad packs (dressing, fork, napkin) together. She started bitching up a storm and tried to pass it off to everyone working, even though she was doing arguably the easiest task in the store. Any time someone asked her to do something, she'd bitch and moan until someone else did it. And she STILL asked to go on break every fifteen damn minutes.
Uneventful until about fifteen minutes before quitting time. At that point some mom comes in with her kid- a boy about thirteenish. She asks him what he wants, and he says "Just barbecue sauce for the fries- END OF STORY!!" She asks for the largest drink we have, and he goes "That would be the 32-ounce!! THE 32-OUNCE!!" He is standing there, fucking yelling at his mom over a drink size. If that was my kid, you'd need a fucking spatula to get him off the ground. I was THISFUCKINGCLOSE to turning to his mom and saying "If you do not beat that little shit into submission, I WILL." He came up and demanded a 32 ounce cup lid, but even though those were out, they didn't work because SURPRISE! He had the largest drink we have.... the 42-ounce.
The very next customer comes in and asks for an oreo flurry. I get one scoop of topping on and he yells "NO! M&M! M&M!!!" I go to dump out the topping (I hadn't mixed it; it was all on top), and he snaps "No. That won't do." I tell him that I'm going to scoop out the rest of the topping so there won't be a single fucking oreo crumb in there, and he goes "THAT WON'T DO." I am still failing to see why scooping out all the topping and replacing any lost ice cream was such an unacceptable solution. I had to waste an entire large flurry's worth of ice cream, for no damn reason.
GOD, I HATE PEOPLE.
