So, I thought working in fast food, I would have to deal with some irritating customers, sure. That's not a big deal, you have to deal with that everywhere you work if customers are involved. However, it did not occur to me that I would have to work with such idiotic, over dramatic, holier than thou, stick up their ass people.
Mary Quite Contrary is the number one on my hit list right now.
She thinks she's a gangster or something. She's a fat white girl, I don't think so. She has two kids, from two different guys. She's worked at whataburger for about two weeks. Guess what, that's only a week longer than me. She's only worked the drive through about five times. Guess what, that's only four times more than me.
She is retarded. She won't tell me what she needs, so her customers have to wait longer on their food. She won't ask for help on her drinks, so no one is getting their drinks. She won't have her customers pull up so the line is getting really long for people to even order (which increases drive offs). And then when the manager on shift tells her to do all of these things, she gets frustrated and starts mumbling to herself and is pissy with customers. And then she starts forgetting to give people things. And they yell at me because I'm the one running the bags out to everyone. Gah.
And today she decided to act like she was better than me. She started trying to lecture me on what I was supposed to do and that I wasn't doing it right. Tellin me that if I don't do something before I leave, then she has to do it before she leaves. Guess what, if I stock something at three am, and then there are customers, it will need to be stocked again within the next three hours when she gets off at six. It's not my fault if shit happens after I leave. And that's what I told her. Same with the lobby. I can clean it before I leave, but if people come in, it might need to be cleaned again before six. And then she starts tellin me that I've been forgetting to do things. But the stuff she's telling me is stuff I didn't know I was supposed to do. Every day, before I left work, I asked the manager on duty if there was anything else I needed to do. If they tell me I'm done, then I'm done. If they don't tell me that I need to refill the cups and lids, then I'm not going to because I don't know I'm supposed to. And if I don't know I need to, and no one tells me to, and it doesn't get done, then that's not my fault and you can't bitch at me for it. And I told her that, in a somewhat nicer way. Sort of.
She's complaining to me about having to work eight hours until six in the morning. Not my fuckin problem. I work two jobs, and one of them is during the day. That's the ONLY reason I don't work all night. I worked fifteen hours the other day, and I didn't complain once. Not only did I work fifteen hours, but I did it on four hours of sleep. if I could, I would work all night, but eventually I do need to sleep.
Then she was telling me about how each shift has different things to do and she was trying to explain to me what the other shift has to do, but I cut her off about three times telling her that this is the ONLY shift I'm going to work. I'm NEVER going to work during the day, so I don't give a shit what the daytime people have to do. And no matter how many times I said that, she was still trying to talk about that. When she finally did stop, she started mumbling to herself like it was a problem that I'll only be working at night.
She was sucking it up on drive through again tonight, but this time it was because she just kept taking orders and putting them in the computer, but wouldn't hand out food, drinks, or take anyones money. All the food and drinks were ready, but she was all backed up and the people were just staring at her while she put stuff in the computer. Gah.
The manager followed me to the back at one point and whispered, "if she keeps acting like this, I'm gonna put you on drive through." I laughed and said alright. I've only been on drive through once, and it was a really slow night, so if he thinks I'd be better at it than her with just that, then he must think she's pretty shitty.
Anyway, rant over. Until the next time I work with her.
Stock boy and I are doing pretty well. It's harder to see him now that I work more, but we manage. I stay with him every chance I get and we're going to actually go on a date tomorrow :)))
He makes me really happy, and sometimes I still think he's too good to be true...but I just have to hold on and believe that it's all real.
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:Poetic Moment:
Keep it up
Do it again
And see how fast
I snap
:Quote:
Cause there isn't a medication
Strong enough for me
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