Wacky Days At My Workplace
Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:23 pm
I work cashier and partial janitor at a restaurant. While it's fun when there's moderate traffic, there are truly no terms than can describe how awful it is. Of course, that maybe comes from how I'm a timid person who likes to do things slowly and carefully to make sure I get them right, and that's not at all what's required in a give-me-my-food-in-the-next-three-minutes-or-I-burn-down-the-building environment.
On the plus side, it yields some great experiences.
A man approaches the counter with twenty coupons in his hand. He holds out one for a two-for-$5 ham and egg breakfast sandwich deal. It is seven o'clock PM. He stares at me, irritated by my hesitation to ring it up.
"Sir, we don't sell these after eleven in the morning. And you're aware that it's well after seven in the evening...?"
"And a senior's coffee."
A woman comes up to me. One of her eyes is pointing in the wrong direction, and she walks like a penguin. She starts mumbling about getting the Mama Burger for $2 with cheese.
"You mean the Spicy Mamas? (This being our special, the only thing for sale under $3.) And you want four of them?"
"No, I want them with cheese."
"They already have cheese."
After some going back and forth, I determine she wants a normal burger. I proceed to take the time to explain to her that the normal burgers are, in fact, not $2. After confirming that she wants two rootbeers and a small coffee and two onion rings and one large fries, and repeating this order about five times at her request, she's ready to pay.
The card is one of those Royal Bank temporary cards; they're blue, with the account number and client name written by a bank teller on the front. She swipes. The Interac machine chimes with "Faulty Card".
I look at it, worried. "It says...faulty card."
"I guess I'll have to cancel the order."
"...Cancel the order?"
"Yep. Cancel the order."
Satisfied, she toddles off back to the parking lot.
Believe me, there's going to be more later.
On the plus side, it yields some great experiences.
A man approaches the counter with twenty coupons in his hand. He holds out one for a two-for-$5 ham and egg breakfast sandwich deal. It is seven o'clock PM. He stares at me, irritated by my hesitation to ring it up.
"Sir, we don't sell these after eleven in the morning. And you're aware that it's well after seven in the evening...?"
"And a senior's coffee."
A woman comes up to me. One of her eyes is pointing in the wrong direction, and she walks like a penguin. She starts mumbling about getting the Mama Burger for $2 with cheese.
"You mean the Spicy Mamas? (This being our special, the only thing for sale under $3.) And you want four of them?"
"No, I want them with cheese."
"They already have cheese."
After some going back and forth, I determine she wants a normal burger. I proceed to take the time to explain to her that the normal burgers are, in fact, not $2. After confirming that she wants two rootbeers and a small coffee and two onion rings and one large fries, and repeating this order about five times at her request, she's ready to pay.
The card is one of those Royal Bank temporary cards; they're blue, with the account number and client name written by a bank teller on the front. She swipes. The Interac machine chimes with "Faulty Card".
I look at it, worried. "It says...faulty card."
"I guess I'll have to cancel the order."
"...Cancel the order?"
"Yep. Cancel the order."
Satisfied, she toddles off back to the parking lot.
Believe me, there's going to be more later.