I WILL NOT PUT UP WITH ANYBODY’S NONSENSE


I was in no mood to put up with anybody’s nonsense today. I warned my co workers do not test me. Did they listen? No.

While I was running for drive thru, one kept getting in the way. I took a deep breath and let it go. After I had packaged hashbrowns, he rearranged them by putting the fresh ones with the older ones. Unacceptable.
I went over to explain to him why not to do that.

“I want them like this. FIFO” He says.

First In. First Out. However, how he had them was not FIFO. They were all mixed up.
I walked off, muttering under my breath.
I had an order in my hand, and I explained to my sister I had extra salsa sauce for the order.

” what? She didn’t ask for ketchup!” She snapped.
I stared at her. Did I say ketchup?  ” salsa!” I said.
“Well, she didn’t ask for ketchup!”
Fuck me, I almost back handed her. “For the 5 burritos! Listen to me!” I snapped.

The customer looked at me looked at my sister, “She is telling you I wanted extra sauce!” she snapped, “Will you get me the salsa!”

My sister was stunned for a moment and became quiet.

I apologized to the customer and gave her the order. I gave my sister a glare. I told my sister once the customer left that if she couldn’t listen we would have problems.

I take over on orders. And a customer- a co worker comes thru and she tells Timmy I was a bitch to her.
Really? How was I a bitch?  My voice was clear nice toned and I clarified your order.

Trust me, the lady would have known if I was being a bitch!

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