Today I felt like a gross mutant.
I don’t know why our bodies have to be so disgusting when we are sick. Mucus, and coughing, blowing our noses. I mean we are women! we should be cute and dainty. Not horrible looking monsters that came out the swamp!
Of course, while I looked like a horrid creature, cute men are walking up to my window.
Asking me how I am doing? Blah blah.
I am staring at them like a zombie with a smile on my face, answering their questions in my cute adorable manly voice. (ugh losing my voice of course)
I was applying my lip balm. Not so adorable or sexy. I couldn’t attempt that if I tried.
How I wished I had looked:
How I really looked:
I looked over to find a cute guy walking up to my co-worker’s window, watching me. His expression
I almost dropped my lip balm!
While my morning was ok, it began to go downhill when a customer ordered his breakfast. A egg muffin meal that is all. He began to tap his interac card on the machine.
Seriously, dumb ass! Does it look like it is ready for you to use, I thought?
I waited for him to tell me his drink. He did not.
“what would you like to drink?” I asked with a smile.
He looked at me like I was dim-witted. “What do you mean what do I want?!” he snapped. “a coffee! A coffee comes with the meal doesn’t it?!”
The smile faded from my lips. My eyes narrowed. It took all I had not to reach across the counter and bitch-slap the stupidity from this guy’s face. “I do not know what you want sir. So please do not assume I do. ” I answered. “coffee comes with the meal but do I know that is what you want?”
My co-workers are gaping at my bluntness.
The customer is stunned for a moment. “Oh yes. Coffee is what I wanted.”
I pasted a fake smile on my face. “Alright then what size”
“Obviously the size that comes with it!” he snapped.
“Sir, again. I don’t know what you like. That is why I am asking!” I snapped.
“But the size is small”
“We give out smalls here but it is usually medium or large for most of the customers,” I answered.
The customer was completely dumbfounded. “Oh”
Fucking idiot. Does it look like I am going to put up with your bullshit today, I thought as I accepted his money.
For the afternoon I had to be in First Booth. Oh, joy.
I was fully prepared for any emergency I may have run into. Disinfecting myself.
I had tissue, lots of wet sanitised bar towels to wash my hands, paper towel. The First Booth looked like a Triage center. Steve walked in and groaned. “Oh my god, Becky!”
“What?” I exclaimed. “I am fully prepared!”
He burst out laughing. “Dont tell me your sick!”
“Allergies, Steve! Allergies! They are killing me!”
“Gross, stay away from me!”
Then the nightmare continued.
- When do your dollar drinks start? -The huge reader board outside didn’t tell you!
- How does .053 become .055? I rounded it myself so it should be .050! – uh, math. 3 cents and up is 5cents. 5 cents and up is 10 cent. duh.
- so what kind of salads do you have? Is it 610 calories? or 630 calories? – what the fuck are you talking about! Don’t order the meal by calorie number!
Wow thank god I was only in there for awhile.