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TheByc'sBlog My Many Hats 2009-06-29 10:22 PM Back to Work Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: So-So Read/Post Comments (0) |
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I hate going into work early, as each time I do, they are always asking me to punch in now, and help out. Then I get the messages of going into overtime, and how that will send them into a tizzy. So, I held off leaving home this morning, to find that I could not locate the key to the Beemer. Once I found that, and started the bike, I remembered that the gas light was on, an it is very hard on that fuel pump to go too low. I knew I had enough gas to get there, but do I have enough time to stop anyway? I really wanted to cut it pretty close this time, so I pulled into a gas station, then checked my cell phone for the time. It would be tight, but I could do it. I arrived at work, with a full tank, and about 5 minutes to spare. I had to change shoes, remove riding gear, put my work accesories on, and fix my helmet hair. Then...she found me, and started yapping..."Ya know, you are being to transferred to...ummmm...which store was it?" "T_____ L___"..."oh yeah, well, Adriana (my replacement) is attending her first managment class next week, and we need you to stay here for one additional week, so you are leaving the following week instead"...All I could do was laugh, thinking you get what you pay for...Good luck having her take my place, and leaving her alone in this crazy store for a few hours a day. I can do this for one additional week, whatever... I had a lady asking me a weird question today. I had to finally just say to her that I do not understand the question. This is the scenario: She banks with Chase Bank, they had sent her a letter, saying something about when she uses her card to pay for food at McDs, and chooses the 'tap it', instead of the 'slide it' option, it will use her 'rewards' points, and not actual cash. According to her receipt from us, it says we have taken cash from her account. WTFlyingF? Once I understood that I couldn't help her, I said just that, "I am sorry, but I am not familiar with your bank and its policies, perhaps you could ask them about it?" She then tells me that she is a lawyer, and she understood it just fine. I had to turn away...let's see...she is the educated lawyer, and I am the lowly, hourly paid idiot, and she wants me to know the answer to that question? Good god for her clients, was my thinking. Shortly after that, I get a call from a lady, saying we gave her the wrong cheeseburger in the kids meal, it should have been 'plain', and she got a 'no pickle', and she cannot come back right now. I then asked her if she had the receipt, and she replied yes she did. I asked her if she could write my name on it, and she yelled at me, saying no, she is DRIVING right now, and "don't talk to me like I am an idiot, I can remeber your name" WTF? When did I refer to her as an idiot? That was her word, (not that I don't disagree)...I said I am sorry, I meant are you in a position to write, and do you have a writing utensil? I told her that she can put my name on that receipt, and use it as a free kids meal coupon on her next visit...whatever, idiot. So, I have also seen on the news the last few days, of the guy that called 911 saying a McDs stole his $8...he paid $10, and only got 2 items...All I really have to say about that, is when you start yelling at me, and swearing obscenities at me while I am behind the counter, the deal is off. I will not fix it. I will call 911 myself if I feel threatened. If I made a mistake, which happens, please call me on it, to my face, or on the phone. I will fix it for you. Be nice to me, and I will be nice to you. We are all human here, and have an extremely high turnover. If you think you can do the job any better than any of us, I invite you to apply. Things could be worse, you could have my job... I arrived home after 8pm, and found the fridge full of last nights leftovers, so I fixed a plate for myself, and put Mikes mess from his self-made dinner away. He saw what I was scrounging up, and said outloud, WOW, I should have had that instead of a sandwich...men... |
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