Its been super exhaustive the last couple of days. (looking at that sentence one might read ‘Its been super ex-lative lol)
It has been super busy over spring break, so I had been coming home taking a shower, meditating for an hour than going to bed.
Yesterday was physically exhausting. I was so smrt. I wore an undershirt plus my uniform. I was dying! Usually, I am fine because I am in drive thru. Not yesterday. I was the third runner. That meant I had to make coffee, run, stock up, etc.
During the afternoon I had a couple of meltdowns. Luckily the manager wasn’t around for that.
Table service! Oh my god! I hate table service! I do not have patience for that shit. I really admire waitresses who have to memorise their seating plan, their tables, everything. I wouldnt be able to hack it!
My first meltdown happened when the cashier handed out the drinks for table service. A no no. The whole point of table service is for the customer to sit and relax. Not get up for anything. We will do everything for them.
I walk out there with the meal, and there is the customer drinking his pop. I had his pop. WTF!
My eye twitched. I marched into the kitchen.
“Do not give out the drinks for table service!”
The cashier starts to back talk me.
“but they ask for them.”
“Table service does not get their drinks. They have their drinks with their meal.” I snapped. “Dont do it again.”
My second meltdown happened when a woman and her friend decided at the last minute they wanted table service. The cashier refused to give them different trackers. After I explained 4x why they needed separate trackers. I marched out to where they were seated with their food. Politely I explained if they would like table service just to ask for it before they order. The customer stared up at me. “Where are my drinks.”
“She asked you what you wanted. You said fountain drink. You didnt specify what kind.” I placed the empty cups in front of her. “There you are. Have you a nice day”
“You mean I have to get it myself?” she was aghast.
“Yes. That’s why she asked! So you wouldn’t have to! Have a nice day!” I marched off.
Today, however, was much better. I was enjoying myself immensely. Especially in the drive thru. I got to be First lane order taker.
Second Lane order taker was getting annoyed because every time I would ask my customers for their orders, her customers would start giving her their order.
“I didn’t ask for your order.” would always follow their “are you kidding I just gave you my order”
“I cant take this anymore!” she would cry. “they keep thinking you are asking for their order!”
I howled with laughter. “Welcome to my pain.”
Soon karma was kicking my ass.
“I would like a peppermint latte” a guy ordered.
“I am sorry we don’t have those,” I replied. “We have caramel chocolate, vanilla, ”
“So what kind of peppermint shots do you have.” he interrupted me. Excuse me?
“none” I replied coldly, “Which was why I was telling you what kind of shots we had.”
“oh, so you don’t have peppermint. What kind of shots do you have?”
are you kidding me? “Before you interrupted me I was telling you we have caramel chocolate, vanilla, sugar-free vanilla, and caramel”
“oh so what is the difference between vanilla and sugar-free vanilla”
I wanted to run headfirst into the wall to end it all. “sugar” I answered slowly. “free.Sugar. Free”
If it wasnt one jackass it was another.
A woman was in the middle of an order when she stops and hellos me. “Excuse me did you just hello me?” I asked coldly.
“Dont hello me when I am taking your order. Your order is on the screen.” I snapped.
After one guy’s painful decision making on chicken or beef he decided to tell me he had a coupon. What kind of coupon. “I will show you at the window.” he snaps.
“No you will tell me now. Because I have different buttons and a different menu to go into.” I snapped. “Just for next time if you could tell me before ordering you have a coupon!”
it was really fun day other than that. We snuck some chocolate on the floor. Steve didnt mind. However one of the girls found my large glass of water. I broke one of the ‘no beverages on the floor rule’ “Becky! Is that yours!”
“Steve!” she called.
“no!” I cried. “Its mine!”
I was loosening up the sleeve of hot cups by slamming them on the table, when they opened up and half of them flew through the air and hit Steve in the head.
The girls froze as he turned around to stare at me. “Tackleberry!”
“Sorry Hightower!” I giggled.