Im so happy to be on my break!

I have had it with my drive thru team!

I was in a great mood this morning until they started to mess with me.

It began with the stock-up! Muu walked up with several extra cups of XL cups. Why? When it’s clear we didn’t need any. Muu proceeds to argue with me. I told her to just give the front counter the cups. Muu then starts to start trash talk about me to another team member in their language!

I turned to her, “don’t fucking get mad! Why do I have to tell you all every day how to stock up? Every day! Do it right the first time we won’t have issues!”

Later not one team member would listen when I would call out my drink orders! They would then ask me what I needed. “I told you 6x what I needed! Start listening! You guys are really beginning to piss me off!”

The presenter then told me to calm down when I was explaining to her what drinks she needed for her order. Nicely.

I saw red “don’t tell me to calm down! I’m trying to communicate what you need!” I shouted. I stormed off to my corner.

She then asked “Becky what do I need?”

“Fuck off and figure it out!” I snapped “I’m not speaking anymore”

The drive-thru was silent until Muu went on orders. A customer ordered a griddle. We didn’t have any. I asked muu to see if the customer wanted the muffin instead.

It was like I had to draw a picture. I then asked the cash person to see if the customer wanted the muffin.

“Why are you not using manners?” Steve asked.

“I did”

The cash person was so dumbfounded by my request that I had to tell her nevermind. Steve asked the customer if she wanted the muffin. “Was it that hard, Becky?” steve said.

I scoffed. “Apparently!This is why I have to use my Big Boy voice all the time. Using manners is a waste of time too because no one listens and I’m tired of having to draw pictures when I speak!” I snapped.

Steve chuckled “Becky go on your break. You’re hangry”

I’m grumpy!


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