Skull of Regrets by KC Green

Comic that really spoke to me
http://maxcdn.fooyoh.com/files/attach/images/3004/299/082/005/skull_of_regrets.jpg

Deadline Rant

I've had it. Last friday I was just doing my job as usual and I thought, man I can do so much better.
This isn't even worth my time.

So if I'm 24(next month) and still employed by McDonald's, I quit. And to hell with the consequences. Anything's gotta be better than this.

And I'm not looking for retail/fast food either. Well, maybe retail. But fast food is out.

And it's not the crap pay, crap hours, crap customers, crap coworkers, idiotic managers, unrealistic expectations, lack of real accomplishment, lack of respect, lack of appreciation.
No, it's mostly I just need to be somewhere that the ugliness of humanity is not shoved in my face every few minutes. Ugly people. Inside and out. That fucking tone. The fact that mcdoubles are a dollar, and the salads are 6. How every time I get a whiff of the burger meat I feel like barfing. All the corporate crap going on. That and yeah, retarded management is making me pissed.
Like, how this one, I watched her go from MIT to manager, and EVERYONE said she sucked, and EVERYONE still says she sucks. and I'm thinking, why
why
why
is this idiot a MANAGER
getting more money than I am
for being an idiot?

And the whole Crew Trainer thing. Pointless. And then when useless people become crew trainers, it kinda lessens the 'big deal' impact of the 'promotion'. :/

I don't do anything. We don't have dept meetings. We don't have trainer meetings. They finally put a training schedule up. People are being trained wrong when I'm not there.
It's fucking impossible to maintain sanity/happiness and care about anything there.
You'll never win.

Have I said before that hard work is masturbation?
And there's several good crewmembers who(oh man this is hilarious) are all 'I'm so good at this job, been here forever, why ain't I a manager!?' acting like it should be expected/given to them.
HA
wanna know how to be a manager? just ask and then show up. BAM! MANAGER!

FUCK MY LIFE
me? oh I didn't feel like being a manager til I got my license. HAHA still no license.

Now I suppose the best solution is to never leave the house, or watch the news.

But we can't do that...

I've got a few more posts I need to write up, but this blog WILL end, or I will.
I fucking swear.

EDIT- part of why I want out is how monotonous it is.
I tried to spice it up, approach each day as a challenge, as something I had to win.
I'd talk with my coworkers, and try to make jokes, and keep my mood up, but I just can't.
It's still hard, but it's not a challenge. It's work. Even if I do a great job, no one gives a fuck. All the unasked cleaning I do? Undone in a week. No one noticed. Hard work is masturbation. Everything's the same. Every day.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsAsOnd-QCo
Same questions asked. DO YOU HAVE DOLLAR DRINKS? FUCK YES WE DO NOW SHUT UP. STILL GOT THE DOLLAR MCDOUBLE? NO WE GOT RID OF IT BECAUSE YOU'RE A BITCH. Same people. Same idiots, making the same mistakes.

IT'S A FUCKING MADHOUSE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGHsxMqpL0c

New Slogans

Some new slogans

 "How can we make you McHappy today?"
" Have a McExcellent day!"
 "I hate my life. "
"We love to tell you 'no'"
"Get Fatter!"
"My Drive-Thru, My rules."
"It's in the bag"
"McFucking Go Away"
"Eat Responsibly"

These People

I don't remember all the specifics, but a lady was on the drive-thru speaker.
She claimed that her order was wrong. She had just come through an hour ago. So I ask what was wrong.
Alright, it was some mcdoubles only ketchup but were regular. It happens. Shouldn't but it does. So I ask if she had a receipt.
Ok, she does. Good. Normally it stops here. Can't help if they don't have a receipt.
And now I ask if she's got the food, for a replacement. (we switch them out, obviously)
Well no, she doesn't. And she's also noticeably agitated this entire time.
She explains to me that she scraped all the crap off the sandwiches and fed them to their children. As she was saying this I was notifying the manager of the need for a replacement order. But then I repeated what she said. And we're all like 'no way, we're not doing crap'
Manager lady had already talked to her, and said no. Ha.
So I, calmly as I could, told her that we could not replace the foodstuffs because she had already fed the food to her children.
She was yelling and cussing and called me a bitch. Well I was appalled, mostly at her word usage. I don't feel like that was an appropriate time to use 'bitch'. Maybe 'asshole' or 'dick' or mother-fucker' but bitch? On a male? No, no. If I'd backed down, and given the refund/replacement, then yes, I'd be a bitch(male version). Funny how that works huh? Bitch(female) has the connotation of someone who's rude and mean for seemingly no reason, while bitch(male) has the connotation of a pussy or a whiner.
Anyway, I just don't get why/how she was getting her panties all in a wad about two fucking mcdoubles. And she was in the wrong. By feeding them to her children.
One of her arguments was 'you guys made them wrong in the first place'
well yeah, and we could have replaced it, but you can't bring back the food...

The thing is, not everyone is like this. Most people just want their shit, and to get away. With no fuss. But I hate talking to people. I hate opening that window. Because of the chance of coming across one of these degenerates. It's why I don't even answer my door. Or leave. Or anything.
People like this are worthless.

also, related
 http://storage1.ihigh.com/schools/4358/imgbin/30655.jpg

Spiraling

Man, I really just don't feel good about my workplace anymore.

My work, and by proxy, my life, is meaningless.  I feel like soon I'll do something irrevocable. Trying to get my bike fixed, so I can expand my workplace options. Anything, even at lower pay, would be better for my mental health, I think.

Anyway here's some stuff that's been happening.

On our menu we are/were advertising the 'daily double'. And above the picture of the sandwich is 'extra value meal'. Now I'm sure the obvious thinking is, 'oh it comes as a value meal, sweet'
but that's not very new. Almost everything comes as a meal. Not that anyone knows that/cares to know. They just want to see the numbers. But this has resulted in several people (mostly old people, or belligerents) saying "I'll have the extra value meal."
And then I'm all "Which one would you like"
"the extra value meal"
FUCK
Then we find out they mean the daily double meal. Sheesh. It used to be every other day.

speaking of the menu...
For fuck's sake if one more person says 'I'm looking for the dollar menu...can't find it" I'm going to throw a brick at them.

I was handing out food other day. And I had to sneeze. I hope he didn't think I was looking at him weirdly, I was just trying hard not to sneeze in his face.

I had a lot of neat stuff wrote down the other day, but someone found it and threw it away. I space out a bit too much to leave writings full of hate around.

A lady was cussing and arguing about something in the drive-thru to another customer. And our headsets don't shut off if a car is there. So I'm sitting here, place is busy, trying to think, and there's this bitch yelling obscenities in my ear. Now this chick is harshing my mellow so I say
"Are you guys done yelling in my hear, yet?" After running through several scenarios where I
1. go outside, and ask her to shut up
2. ask whats going on
3. yell through the speaker to shut it

Well, no one yelled after that.
seriously. it's fast food. calm down.


Recently we had a promotion for a buy one get one 14cents. This was a nightmare, btw. Didn't help that the managers didn't have 'aces in their places' and then they just complained, and acted like it wasn't their fault. Tch.
Freaking people go nuts over 'cheap' food. It's genius from a marketing standpoint. It gets people to spend even more money.
"man I just want a mcdouble or two today. (costs 2$)"
"me too, bro. Just a couple burgers and a small fry. (cost 3$)
holy crap! buy one bigmac, get another? Let's each get one.
Huh? then we'll have two?
Yeah, that's two burgers each. But it's on sale, so it's cheaper!
Oh and we'll need fries.
Previous cost of lunch 5$. Current cost of lunch 10$
See?

Genius.

Renew

I think I'm getting it.

The idea isn't to get angry. Ever. Sometimes, it's nice to be angry. Everything in moderation. But just a tiny bit of anger, is enough to be too much.
So don't get angry. Ever.

I've had a couple things happen recently, at my store, that made me very angry. Probably some of the worst experiences and I didn't get angry. Okay, I did. But not in the usual way.

What you do is you ignore it. Then, when the customer/s are gone, you pull it out, and toss it.

But it's not gone. No, it'll come back.
I was agitated.

The problem with keeping it, is that it's a problem. You're irritated, and curt, and can say hurtful things. Everyone notices it. Your performance suffers.

So you toss it, and get on with it.

Then, when it's all over, you can calmly pick up a ranch packet and toss it at the wall.
Man that explosion was glorious.

And I don't feel angry really about the fat people, the diabetics, the rudeness. They draw no hatred. No, I pity them.
I pity their foolishness, their wasted life. Their poor decisions, or their unfortunate circumstances.
I can smile while pitying.

I'd rather be hated, than pitied. So in this way, it's even worse. For them.

Ha.

It's Expected

I was sweeping up the lobby, when a big group of people, decided to walk by. They had sat and ate, for a while, and there was a door closer to them, not in the way of my sweeping. But whatever.
So I stand there like an idiot, letting them pass, before I sweep some more. They're walking all over my dirt pile.
'now would be one of those moments to say something like 'have a nice evening, guys'
but I let the moment pass. And swept the area again. Upon inspection of the tables they occupied I thought 'hmph. they didn't deserve a farewell anyway.' cups and trash everywhere.
Parents these days. sheesh. Not making their kids pick up after themselves?

jerks.

Third

This blog began three years ago, as of yesterday. I can only assume that my orientation was that day too. I do know my first day was the 28th.
What a lifesaver that was too. I know I wasn't trying too hard to find a job, but I was trying. And just when it came down to absolutely needing one, there one was. Amazing how that works, eh?



I didn't think I'd keep this up. Sure, I didn't post every week, and sometimes I let it sit, but I always came back. My blogs, even my journal keeping never lasted for more than a few months, if that.
So I think this has been an accomplishment.
I hope the 600 or so views have enjoyed their time here...

It's been fun. Working that is.
I'm still having fun. I was thinking, maybe I've stuck around, because it's a good fit. Not the best, not the worst. Food service is all I know. And I enjoy it.
What's frustrating is being controlled by a corporation that sees only numbers, not situations, and people. Always comes down to people. I can live with patrons being bad. That's expected.
But my coworkers, man. Someone's gotta whip 'em into shape or give 'em the boot.

By year four, I should have a different color of shirt though...

If there is a year four...
Arizona looks pretty...

So now, here's some more of the usual

Know what's annoying? When I open that drive through window and the first thing I hear are demands.
I don't even get to say anything...
Sheesh. Barbecue, honey mustard, mayonnaise, go f yourself.
Maybe they could try waiting a second? Let me open the window, maybe throw a greeting?

Man, that's all I got. I don't like the smell of cigarettes. I wish people would fix the exhaust on their cars. It'd be nice if people wouldn't talk on their phones while ordering/paying. I don't like it when a coworker lies to my face about procedures. I don't like it when we don't follow procedures.
Girl asked me, 'which one is coke'
The one that's not marked. Because we don't mark the cokes. See, if we all do it the same way, there's no question.
effing a.

On the plus side, we have pumpkin pies.
On the down side, there isn't enough filling in them.

I'm no dime-a-dozen villian...

I always have this dilemma, when someone orders a medium drink. We've been keeping out 1$ large drinks for two years now. Not everyone has caught on, or maybe they don't care. But I can't give them a 2$ smaller drink to their face. Sorry. I usually ring up a large.
This time, I judged the voice in drive-thru. Sounded like an angry, wrinkly old hag. I was right. Her window didnt roll down. She had to open the door.
Isnt the large a dollar? She asked, after I had taken the money.
I think so.
That's a ripoff.
Yup.
I handed back her change, she slammed the door.

Speaking of which, having two drinks being a dollar result in confusion. "I'll take a dollar drink."
"Small or large?"
"The dollar size."
Well okay, small it is!

Sometimes, I pretend my eyes are guns.
Every blink, a gunblast.

The other day, I said, "I can take your armor when you're ready." Too many videogames...

I asked a guy if he had two orders, but he stared at me.
I asked again. And he replied with a frustrated, and overly loud YEAH.
Whoo, I love people.


We've had a cricket problem this summer. Don't tell anyone. But there was one skittling across the lobby floor. I jumped at, the landing was loud, but the bug was squashed. "Nothing to see here, folks" I said to the nearby customers. And I promptly swept up poor taro-san.

Bookends

I'm sure it comes from not being good at conversing
But I just can't talk to store clerks very well. I wish people wouldn't try.

I understand both sides I think. Clerks want an escape, a way to break their monotony. Talking to them will sort of break it. But me, I hate it. I wish they'd shush. Maybe other clerks do as well?
we want to be done with the exchange and transaction asap. We have standing around to do. Just want to get the job done, and go home. Pointless interaction is pointless.

On their side, maybe they just want to relieve the tension? Or have some form of social interaction, that we all seem to crave. Curse our instincts.

But it's all overused one liners and throwaway questions. They think they're being funny, or considerate. But they're not.

So much time has been wasted, why should I waste more time bothering with pleasantries?

If someone wants a McDouble, they'll come back, no matter what I say to them.

I don't boycott restaurants for bad service. I boycott restaurants for bad food.

(and bad marketing decisions)

On occasion I notice sincerity, and something original pops up. I do enjoy that. And I sometimes find something appropriate and worthwhile to say to the clerks. Sometimes.

The Training Method

Newish girl is making a 'dipped ice cream cone'.
"You know," I say, "You're supposed to just let it hang upside down. Like that cool little diagram over there". I'm pointing two inches from the dipped cone area where a small picture diagram on the proper procedure for making it is located. The girl dips it in the chocolate and then holds it an an angle, then a more upright angle. Hot, unhardened, highly viscous chocolate is running all over the cone.
Sigh.
"Sure, and every time I do that it falls in."

"Well don't suck then."


End of conversation.

But seriously, if you make your cone correctly, and stir the mix, and make sure it is the proper temperature, IT WILL NOT FALL INTO THE MIX
So "stop sucking" is totally a justified response.
I've probably done at least 50 of them. Only had one drop, and it was not part of my first 10. I've had people waste three or more in a row, say, 'you do it' and I do it fucking perfectly.

People suck, and if they just did it the right way...
ugh, we have procedures for a reason. BECAUSE THEY WORK. There are people actually getting paid (probably a lot more than me) to research these procedures and how the best way to do something quickly and efficiently is. So just fucking do it.
Dammit.

Restrictions

There's a new policy that I had to sign in order to maintain this roof over my head. (and electricity, internet service, phone, running water, HOT water, anime and video games)
Anyway it says how employees can't be badmouthing the store, the company, or the customers, or really, talk about anything.
I understand, negative comments are bad for Public Relations.
But I also understand that MCDONALD'S is a household name, and pretty much doesn't need PR.
If they lose say, 100 customers,

they wouldn't notice. I see the same damned people every day. I've seen co-workers be complete jerks to these people. Even I have.
And they keep coming back.Why?

So, I don't see a problem being negative, and NOT getting paid for it. Isn't that better than taking money from them doing this?
Hell, think of it as free advertising.
Freely viewable negative comments are most likely not enough to significantly affect profits. It's silly to even think that.
But, when the world's ran by crazy scared rich people, then sure, things that are silly to us peasants, are dead fucking serious to them.

All that said,
This BLOG is comprised of all of my own views, opinions, and experiences. It in no way shape or form is endorsed, reviewed, or even approved by McDonald's or McNichols Mgt Inc. Or any one. No one reviews this, or approves of it. Except me. And I just type then hit 'publish'.
I'm sorry if I offend anyone. No really. I'm sorry.
Not really. If you're offended, deal with it.

How not to respond

Working in kitchen
"Hey can I get another mcdouble please?"
I stare at my coworker.
Cold. Hard stare. Channeling all my hate.

And I happily sing

"ALL THE LEAVES ARE BROWN
(all the leaves are brown)
AND THE SKIES ARE GREY!"

And then I made the mcdouble.

They didn't seem very amused.

MAKUDONALUDSO

This is relevant to my interests.
Japanese mcdonalds commercials.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLnFSt3BJww&feature=player_embedded

Comedy Routine

No joke, no joke
I saw this chubby kid and the mom arguing about what he was going to get/eat.
She said 'mcchicken o mcdouble?' kid didnt want either. she's like yes you do. you'll be hungry eventually anyway. this went for a bit, then
she smacked him across the back of the head
like an anime
They argued a bit more. kid saying one thing. mom saying another.
now I don't know what they said. see, for it was all in spanish.

But it was still funny.

Kid got a chocolate dipped cone. btw.

Band-Aid

The other day I splooshed ketchup all over my hands and wandered around the store saying that I needed a band-aid, and that I was bleeding.

That is all.

Working Too Hard

Oh balls. Just remembered a story that is amazing.
So I'm handing out food. We call it the 'presenter'. It's all about smiling and not being a jerkface. So, my companions are dumbshit #1 and dumbshit #2. An iced coffee appears on the screen. The presenter's not supposed to make anything, normally. So one of the dumbshits make the coffee. It's correct, as it was ordered.
(actually this happened a while ago, so the exact specifics are fuzzy)
This was changed on our screen soon, (a change before pay) into an iced latte.
Now I know an iced coffee is cheaper. Almost a dollar cheaper. and our iced coffee is already made. So I ask this lady, this 40ish year old larger lady, I ask her if she wanted a latte, or if she wanted a iced coffee.
She said iced coffee. Okay. Well, we've overcharged you, let me get the refund.
(again not sure on exact words)
Let me speak to your manager.  Oh those wonderful words. Oh what people will do just so they can be told the same thing, by a person in a different colored shirt.
So about five minutes pass of her going on about something to the manager.
Maybe she had had a previous problem. I don't remember.
Point is, she's wasting everyone's time.
So our drive-thru is backed up for several minutes, food's getting cold, her iced coffee is probably melted, yadda yadda. Unh I'm getting annoyed just thinking about it.


And it's all because I noticed a mistake, and tried to fix it, and tried to help another human being.

Fuck.
Not gonna play this game again. Unappreciative fuck.
Granted, days later, a dirty man gave back like forty-five cents.
Apparently I've just been working too hard...
and nothing good ever comes of that
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzI1C7-l-Rc

Comedy Minute

I don't want to post more than twice a day, but I never feel like posting, but when I do, I want to post everything I've accumulated...
I can sometimes hear what people are really saying as they order...
"I want a heart attack with a side of clogged arteries, with a large diabetes to drink."
Yeah, that one took me thirty minutes.

I was wondering... is it illegal to haul whales in civilian vehicles? Because I see them all the time.

This gel mat we stand on in drive-thru is crushed and flattened. Just like our dreams.
Worn down and useless. Like our souls.

We think being rude is justified.  So do they.

The other day someone said "hehehe you sound different". No shit sherlock, I didn't take your order. But instead of meekly taking their money and saying it was someone else, I said "Ah that's just one of my many talents."
Why's everyone think they're being so fucking clever?
I seriously heard that line 5 times yesterday. At least once an hour some yokel came by with that line.

More soon.

Rainy Monday

The sun was shining! The sky was crying!
It was such a hassle to find my rain jacket.
I'm always at the top of my game on Monday!
I wish people didn't stop so far away from the window! I have to reach so far to them! Freaking jerks!
People! Why!
This Lady! Driving some DOUCHE! She didn't order! Didn't say a word! Was she mute?! Guy wasn't loud enough! Couldn't hear! He didn't respond! Confusion and Anger!
I can hear his jerky-ness, but can't figure the words! ARGH! Why do passengers order!?
 Hatin' it!

Everyone's a dick! Everyday!

This guy! This fuck! Gods, just pluck him from the EARTH now!
McChicken with Pickles and Onions, he says!
For clarification I say, added, or only?
Well I want the mayo and lettuce and whatever else as well!
Okay, bro, just clarifying.
Yeah whatever. Do I get a smsknvojdisco?
A what?
Military discount.
We don't do those.
Oh yeah? Just got one last week. Get one every time I come here.
No you don't. Ask manager just to be sure.
I'm sorry we don't.
You ask your manager?
Yes. It's a dollar-eight.
First window? he asks? second window?
I don't give a f which window he goes to, so I say nothing. It's daytime. He'll figure it out.

He didn't.
This fuck isn't in uniform. He looks/acts like a doucher. Has a kid in passenger side. They're nommin on sonic food and slurpin on sonic drinks. There's a good five feet tween his car and the next car. enough for him to pull up, to pay as I stand at the window. BORED OUT OF MY MIND BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS MOVING SO SLOW TODAY
Space is available, he goes WHOOO and zooms to second window. I inform them over the headset, "don't let '95' leave without paying for his ___ing food." I censor myself in front of customers. probably not professional. but funny, eh?
So he paid for it, and left.
I heard he threw a cup on the ground since we can't take stuff through the window, then manager lady told him to pick it up, and he did.
What a fuck.





I got moved to the hand food out window, and boy was that fun!
nearly every person wanted to add on something OR PAY 11 DOLLARS IN CHANGE THEN DIG FOR MORE
FUCK!
PEOPLE!!
STOP SUCKING!!!

Helping

It happened twice yesterday.
Once, a lady mentioned we forgot a fry. I didn't see any fry in the drive thru monitor. So I went to the back to get a receipt for her, after asking her to wait for a sec.
Upon my return I noted the receipt only had two, not three on it. And the customer had drove off.

Another one... he came by, got a cheeseburger and a fry, then came by, a few minutes later. Old man, saying in an angry tone how we forgot his burger and fries.
I said I had gotten him that.
No not that. He told me a story about how 'she'(he'd jerk his thumb back, but no one was behind him) called the store for the replacement. He did have a receipt.
"I ripped it up though, got so angry"
Angry at what?
ugh. I had him hand over the pieces and I told him I'd figure it out. We reassembled the receipt, it was from that day I think, so I get the manager to head over there.

But he's gone already.


I guess both patrons realised they were wasting their time. In both cases I'm pretty sure we couldn't help them.
-
I get so much satisfaction out of charging for sauces. Especially if the person is rude, says it rudely, or says it like they're entitled to it.

I left the window open as the next vehicle rolled up, and the guy yells
"I'm here to pick up my food!"
"Well you came to the right place!"
frikkin rednecks.


One lady said she didn't order a med sprite. Oh, sorry, so I took it back. But then I got thinking. It was totally on the screen. It's on the receipt. Uh oh. So I get a refund, and when I get that, she realises whats happened. She wanted a med FRY. Ah, so I wamboozle 11 cents from her and bingo, med fry, customer satisfied!

I've haven't had a friday that good in a while. I felt accomplished.
I felt pride, in my crummy job.

Hydration

Back drive through, again

"I'll take a large water."
"Alrighty, that'll be Zero Cents at the first window."
He pulls around. "Uh did you say zero cents?"
"Yup, they'll have your water at the next window"
reminded me of this, from my childhood

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=gzzC5eXKUug#t=45s

Waiting

I think the entirety of our society, maybe even all of life, is built upon 'waiting'. Wait in line, wait until you're older, wait for a green light, wait for your food, wait until it's time, etc.
Personally, I enjoy waiting in line. I take it as part of the experience, and I should enjoy it. I think others try to ignore it. They're ignoring life!

I feel like I can do most of the job in my sleep. I don't have to pay attention anymore.
One person's total was 11.39. They didn't have enough, so they said to remove a mcdouble. I didn't even check. I figured it'd be 10.10.
I was right. Man, I'm good at this job.

Unfortunately I only seem to be worth forty five cents more than a new hire.

Death (from last summer? never posted)

Killed a giant wasp today.
Felt great.
I want to make killing things my career.
If Dale Gribble can do it, so can I.

well, gee

I wish I wasn't born with values, morals, or pride, so I could be a sleazy/lazy sack of shit too.

Hate it when people call-in repeatedly and don't get fired.

Spicy!

So we've got these spicy mcbites, which get pretty spicy, especially if you eat a whole box. But the chicken part is pretty good.
On the boxes they come in, there's a little graphic, that I found funny.

Hot Heads

By golly, it is hot. Ridiculously so.
Maybe it's affecting people. Someone asked,
"Does Dr. Pepper have caffeine?" Of course it does. So they got root beer.
I had just finished handing out food when a big black beetle landed on my shoulder. I calmly shook my shirt. Nothing. So I pushed hm to the floor. He crawled far too quickly for me.
I think this may be a hazard, but what can you do, we're constantly opening that window. The grasshoppers just chill out with us, and when I can, I introduce them to the broom. It's a smashing time.
I was telling a co-worker what nice cones she had. It was a funny time. I added, 'ice cream cones that is', at the end.

Looks like our drive-thru signs didn't get changed over yesterday. So until 1900, they were displaying the breakfast menu. Is the store falling apart, and I just can't tell, or help, because I work crummy 4 hour shifts?





I think an old lady winked at me when I gave her a coke the other day... or she lost control of her face. It could happen.

Thinking of You

I'm always thinking about you, little bloggy-poo. I hastily scrabble scribbles onto napkins and unwanted receipts.
No one has questioned it.
I say I'm writing a novel, or memoirs. But really I'm making fun of my coworkers or writing in code.
During the walk I forget the day, and remember just how futile my movements are.
I consider collapsing there, among the graves.
I'm only stopped because I know it won't end.
I'll still have to get up eventually. I won't just lay down and die.
And that would expend too much energy. So I walk. Home.
Shower or sleep.
Eventually I notice, these greasy notes and frantic phrases.

I can never make sense of them.
The trash can becomes their home.

I died.

I knew something was weird when I heard the voice. It wasn't a gravelly old lady, or some doucher on his phone, an angered fool, a pothead or a fat-ass.
It was a little girl. A little girl in my drive-thru. Ordering.
I don't know if the front window wouldn't roll down, or if the girl requested it.
But I'm hearing this little girl order herself a happy meal, and I hear her mom telling her what else to get. She stumbles over 'frappuccino'. Twice. I resist the urge to say we don't have frappuccinos, but we have frappes. By this point I'm HNNNNGGG'n so hard I'm surprised I'm able to type this up.
It was heart-melting. She even handed out the money, and took the change.
CUUUUUTTTTEEEE!!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V19qAVRFnhY

Charity

I haven't noticed any charity recently. There was a week where I had two people pay for others in drive-thru. complete strangers. Felt good to see their smiles. Wasn't even christmas. Wish I could afford that.  But then again, charity doesnt teach anyone anything, except how to take a handout. Well, that, and if you're lucky, it teaches that giving is better than receiving, and that the world provides for you if you stay positive and be a nice person, etc, but those are hard lessons. I doubt much of out customer base will learn such.

I am a fan of seatbelts. I am also a fan of messenger bags. I've heard it's uncomfortable for females, but it's a good show even so.

I think the store was designed for breakfast, seeing as how the drive-thru windows face WEST. So, yeah, no morning sun, but damn is that sunset killer. I wish walgreens was taller.
It blinds you, and mocks you. Showing you a day that you just wasted standing around and getting minimum wage.

I asked a guy if he needed sauce for his nuggets. He immediately said no. I told him the total. Then he mumbled with an uhhh, that he needed some sweet and sour.
Jerk.

As far as I know, the store has always been like thus: if the card reader doesn't work, it doesn't work. There's no magic number to press in, we can't do it manually. Been told this several times. Guy comes up, with a perfectly fine card. Intact, no scratches. I've seen some held together with scotch tape and hope. And they worked. This card isn't working. Even tried paper trick. Guy says, 'you're gonna have to put in the number'
I say we can't do that.
'theyve done it up front before' thats bullshit. I tell him so. We've never done that before. Oh the stare I got. Such anger, such indignation. Like I just killed his kid's dog even though it was in self defense.
Why do they feel the need to lie to my face like that? Then get angry? Do they think I'm stupid? Do they think I'm new? Do they think they can push me around and get their way, just by pretending it's been done another way? Pretending to be a regular? Do they see my browned hat? My frayed and falling apart nametag? That shit doesn't happen overnight.
Long story short, he didn't get his ice cream cone.
If your card is broken... or not working at most places.. I dunno, I'd carry cash, or get a new card. But, I'm a rational human being. Which is part of the minority I s'pose.

An SUV ordered 50 worth of meals and foodstuffs. Both of their cards were 'transaction not approved'. I almost LOL'd. I heard them talking. "did you call sprint?" and such. hahaha.
you suck at money management. Try ramen.

I saw a 350z today. It was sexy.

Need humanity

On my way through Wendy's parking lot, I noticed two people, who I assumed to be strangers. Who knows. Well, they do. One has a receipt, complaining about the restaurant. The other was headed inside.
Angry lady apparently kept getting the wrong order from them. And the other customer turned away because of that.
This would have been a perfect time to invite them to McDonald's, which was my destination. Unfortunately, I have zero confidence in my crew's abilities. (and I was running late) I'd talk it up, and then they'd muck it up, because
everybody makes mistakes.

EVERYBODY

and people act like it's a big deal. Shit. You paid less than ten dollars for a whole MEAL. Put your big girl thong on and get the fuck over it.

I finally wrote down a litter-ers license plate number. Now, what can I do with it? They deliberately dropped a sonic cup in my drive-thru. I said 'thanks for littering' and sent them on their merry nature-hating way.

I hate it when people ask for directions, and I've never heard of where they're trying to get to. Next time, maybe I should draw a treasure map, and hand it to them. 'x marks the spot, laddy!' and shut the window.

speaking of windows, it's very unsettling when someone walks up to the window after midnight. I understand we forgot a mcchicken. But think about it. It's past midnight and dark. I'm not opening this window for foot traffic, bro.
On a related note, I saw a guy walk into sonic. Yeah, sonic. Sonic is a drive in, no eat in, no walk in. Sure, they got his coney wrong, but,
THERE IS A BUTTON NEXT TO HIS TRUCK THAT LETS HIM COMMUNICATE WITH EMPLOYEES. I know he knows how to use it. I watched him use it.
this button does three things, saves him time, and effort.
saves employees time and effort
DOESN'T FREAK ANYONE OUT when some old guy wanders into the kitchen/store/whatever the heck sonic is.
jeez people.

Dumpster was full of trash bags this evening. A normal occurrence. Manager told me to make sure there weren't any bags on the ground. This dumpster is overflowing. And five bags already on the side. I've got a bin of ten or so that needs to go in.
Sigh. I climb up onto this dumpster, it's like ten feet tall. I notice that the entire back area of the dumpster is empty. So after some maneuvering and removal of the CARDBOARD boxes I was able to get everything to fit. So now it really is overflowing.
Hooray.

And we have TWO cardboard dumpsters. For cardboard only.
There is no excuse, except sloth and apathy.

And to make it all even better, a few of those trash bags weren't tied off properly. Meaning they spewed their contents everywhere as I threw them into the dumpster.
FUN!

I think I'm getting sick. Allergic to change.

Robot

I feel like a robot. Forced niceness and hospitality. That's why I've avoided stock phrases, like 'how are you' 'have a great day'
but even so, there are phrases that get stuck in your vocabulary. We say them unthinkingly, at certain times, when certain conditions have been met.
'is this for here or to go?' but all they ordered was a soda. Sodas are always to go. Or for here. That's the amazing thing about drinks. They're super portable!
A kid from sonic rolled through and I think he tried to ask if I wanted any cheddar bites with my meal, after I got him his change back. "still in work mode" he said.
See what I mean? We're braindead automatons. Saying the same thing everyday, dying a little each time.

I was cleaning the lobby when I noticed a cup, a phone charger and a bag of sunflower seeds. But no patron. I usually give stuff ten minutes until I toss it. Later, after my break, I notice it still there. "Wow, free bag of sunflower seeds!" I said. I grab it and take it to the trash can.
"no no no wait" A youth comes out of the woodwork. It was all his crap. That's fine then.

I found a daddy long-legs in back drive. Maybe I shouldn't tell what bugs I've found at my restaurant. But you better assume every place has em. But these guys are harmless. I was gonna toss him outside, but we were busy, then he disappeared, then came back. I tried to pick him up by his leg, and toss him out. Alas, it was too windy. He flew back in.
Further attempts to pick him up resulted in his leg popping off. And he scurried away.

In another sales tax related story, I told a guy it was 10.85. He got to the window. said it was 10.09. I said, sales tax is 76 cents. I spent the next two minutes watching him search and count for those extra cents.
Keep in mind, the screen out there, shows the total.... with tax included....
and if you have to search for change to cover sales tax.. .what are you doing going out to eat?




I think I'm gonna learn the piano, and see if I can just provide live music at mcd all day. I'll take a pay cut if I can get tips. That sounds like a lot more fun.

Dildo The DoDo Bird!

I think this new mascot is ridiculous.

While this guy was hilarious in its ridiculousness.

Tiny Nuggets

I work too much. I notice things, just how I left them when I come in the next day.
That isn't a good thing. Certain areas need to be restocked in a twelve hour period, yaknow? I left a cup just recently. It was still in the break room the next day.

Someone left a headset battery in the charger... upside down, and backwards. There's grooves for it to slide in easily, but someone shoved it in. Idiots.

On front counter I asked a lady if she wanted her chicken sandwich 'crispy or grilled' she said it was 'to go' so I made it crispy. Hope she's not on a diet. I figure she isn't because she's getting it to go.

Kid asked me what I was doing. I said working.
Like all kids, he asked why.
I thought for a moment. I dunno I almost said. But I had to come up with something good. And it was a good question. Why am I working? Why do I have to? Why do we have to do these things?

"Because I don't want to be homeless." I answered.

Our sophisticated headset system dings whenever something outside the speaker triggers the uh.. weight system? Whatever. But it's always awkward when you greet a 'car' and no one responds. Then when the truck gets up there, you realise, you just greeted the trailer it was carrying. I always feel like an idiot.

I like the sexy black pants they issue us. They conform to the body quite well. A pleasure to watch, indeed.
I hate seeing my crew in normal clothes. They look weird.

New People continue to arrive, but that's no big. The problem are the month-olds that act like it's their first day.
And nobody cares.
"What the hell, nobody cares."
"Yeah, nobody cares but me."
"Well that's you Marlowe. You'll never learn. You're a born loser."
"Yeah, I even lost my cat."

Looking Down

One of the good things about being higher than everyone else while in drive-thru, is the ample amount of cleavage on display.

One of the bad things about being higher than everyone else while in drive-thru, is the ample amount of cleavage on display.

And now it is summer-time.

No Excuse

I noticed the other day, in gigantic font, our sexy computer screens in drive-thru show exactly how much the total of an order is, even showing how much SALES TAX is.
So there's absolutely no excuse(almost) for when people act like it's a hidden charge.

A lady the other day ordered A Big Mac...
with no mac sauce, add ketchup, mustard...
and then mumbled "I don't know why he doesn't just get a mcdouble." I got a smile outta that.

There's little infographics on how to greet people in drivethru. Some of them are in Spanish. I do not know why. Seems like it'd be counterproductive to greet people in Spanish... because this is MIDDLE AMERICA.
They only know 'uno' because it's a card game, and say quesadilla with 'l's.

I honestly think some people come to restaurants to complain, instead of eat. Like, the food is a perk. They're really there to have something to complain about.
I'm happy to oblige.

Having a Blast in Back-drive

"How much is an extra large water?" Someone asks over the headset.
'That'll be the low, low, price of FREE' I said.
"Alright, I'll take two, and a small fry!"

Like most places, we have a little box in drive-thru for change/money that goes to charity. Ronald McDonald house specifically. Which is a good charity. Sometimes I just have an urge to dump the entirety of my money drawer into it. And then leave. What would they do?
Just mark 600$ down as a 'donation' from the store? or steal from the charity box? Ha.

"I can take your order when you're ready" I said as someone drove up.
"Uh, no thank you."
"Okay."
I watched the car drive from the intercom thing, and to a parking spot. Apparently they wanted their food 'for here'.

It's such a pain in the ass when people don't have their money ready. I do it too, as a customer. But it's annoying when I got this clock ticking in front of me, and in my mind. Tick. tick. Tick. "cmon, hurry up" they say over the headset. But maaan, it's not me. It's them. Gotta dig in their ass for the billfol', dig in the purse for the change, dig in another purse for the dollar, OH they dropped a quarter. gotta find another one.
"Oh wait, I think i got the 'seventeen'" then they hand me a quarter.

And they just sat in the drive-thru for five minutes already. Why didn't they use that time to, you know, get the money ready?
So, when they're slow getting me the money, sometimes, I like to be slow counting back their change. Sometimes I just am. Money likes to stick together, and be crafty like that. They have their hand out. Waiting. Like I just did thirty seconds ago. But I'm not ready. So they put their hand down, and that's when you strike. 'here you go!' hahahaaaa. ha.

yup.

Quality Control

I don't get it. When I would get the wrong food from a restaurant, I normally didn't give an eff, unless it was wildy wrong, or I felt like I was overcharged. Pickles on sandwich, when I said no pickles? Take them off. (well when I was a kid, I wouldn't eat it).
Now I try to get what I should have gotten, just on principle. One time I ordered a choc shake from a lady that had more wrinkles than a raisin. She rang it up as a strawberry, and I got a strawberry. Sigh. I let that one go.
My point is...

Today a lady came through saying a mcdouble she ordered... yesterday... only had one patty, and only cheese. "oh, well you must've gotten the wrong sandwich then" after assuring her I'd make sure her sammiches were mcdoubles this time, I finished the order. I'm not sure on the details(was in drive thru, I wasnt taking money) but she must have wanted the mcdoubles as replacements, without telling me, the order-taker. The whole order was canceled.
She mentioned something about being disappointed because it was after her surgery, and her food was wrong. Like I give an eff.
If something's wrong, don't get butthurt. Don't go home, and throw it away.
Come back, with your receipt, and the food, preferably, and hey, throw it at me, sure. It's not nice, but it's better than simmering and being butthurt about some underpaid loser working too fast for their own good, making a mistake.
And for fuck's sake, don't eat it, if you want a replacement. What are you, stupid?
My point is, people need to speak up. And stop being little bitches about this. It's like they all have some form of anxiety. When they notice something isn't right, they have that 'wtfisthis' face, and I put on my poker face, and wait for them to speak up. I'm trying to help them. If you don't speak up, no one will know. They don't have anxiety. They just suck at life. Maybe they're not used to getting the wrong food. Maybe they're used to everyone holding their hand, kissing their ass, maybe I'm an asshole. Maybe they're just looking for something to be pissed about for the rest of the day. I know I am.
These days I ain't got much if I'm noticing how much enjoyment I get out of watching their passively angry faces.
The lady came back, she came inside. I couldn't hear, but she ended up getting her order replaced... I think.
Maybe she had a receipt. Maybe she didn't. Regardless, it's stupid how hard people will fight for such a petty and small thing.

That's all for today. Thanks for stopping by.

Driving Through Everyday

I like to practise drum solos in back drive. It gets boring. And I'm so boss at cleaning I normally get that done quick.
Today DM and GM both told me to stop at the same time. I did the classic turn around, and slowly stopped.
Funny moment. Pure comedy gold.

I counted out sixteen dollars in ones. We were out of fives, and dimes. Have you ever counted to sixteen? It takes a little bit. Especially when dollars are stuck together, or not cooperating. So I hand it out to this lady and she asked if I had bigger bills in an annoyed voice. I said no, I was out. I wanted to say 'yeah we do. I just thought you might like some ones, ya hooker.' or 'Na, I just hand out ones to fuck with people. People like you who pay for their two dollars of food with a twenty, all fucking day.'

Our mcD is on the corner of an intersection of two busy streets. Four lanes, stoplights, whole shebang. A guy is in the left turn lane, and it's not at the intersection yet. He quickly turns LEFT AS FUCK into our parking lot. WHILE traffic is still moving in the LANES that he had to CROSS. I truck came close to hitting him, as the brakes squealed and horn blared.  Fucking asshole I didn't want to take his order. I hate those stupid caps with massive bills. They look retarded. He tried to order breakfast. I'm guessing he wanted it asap. But he was 5 minutes late already.
He had a woman in the passenger seat and a kid in the back.
What the eff.

I don't want to drive.

In other news, Lil' Jon came by today. He was dressed as he normally dresses on Chappelle's Show. He smelled like BBQ sauce, and had a zebra card with pink lettering. Straight up gangsta.

Zero Cal

Scott Pilgrim must have been really popular. People keep asking for coke zero. We've had the same drinks for... well since I started back in 09.

Just yesterday I was taking orders in drive through. Guy asked for a medium mountain dew. "Was that a Sprite?"
"Mountain Dew."
"Sprite?"
"Mountain Dew."
"We don't have that."
"Sprite's fine."
You're damn right it is.

Empty Words

These couple years I've avoided saying such things as 'Thanks for choosing McDonald's' and 'Have a great day!' Because that's not how I feel. And I'm not going to lie. And I've always felt like I sound sarcastic/facetious when I say it.

Recently I've been trying variations of these things, in an effort to improve my social ability. Because, unfortunately these placeholders are essential to social interaction. You just have to find a way for you that doesn't sound forced. I'm not going to lie to them, but I am grateful they came, hence the 'thank you' I throw all over.
It's sad when the customer gets the 'have a good day' in and you don't.
I always respond with 'I will'. It's reflex. Just how I respond 'awful' when asked how I'm doing. When I should say 'You first' and 'GREAT HOW ARE YOU'

Yup. I'm getting better. Talking to strangers isn't so difficult.

Decaf

Getting decaf coffee at McDonald's is normally a bad idea.
I'm sorry, but that's how it is. We don't have time to make new decaf every 30 minutes, or we forget. If we did, we'd probably run our real quick.
I try to get a new pot every hour or so, if I can.
Anyway, this old lady wanted an iced coffee, but wondered if we had a decaf option. No we don't. I let her know the coffee would be hot, and melt the ice, instantly. She said it was fine. And she wanted some chocolate syrup in it.
This is ridiculous. I'm thinking.
Luckily, the coffee wasn't old and cold, it was brewing.

The lady came back through the drive-thru to get more ice. She said it was great.

I felt great.

Rude Expectations

I threw this on my fb but not here.

After handing out some food, I close the window.(as per procedure) Talk to my manager. We're not shooting the shit, this is srs bsns. Well sorta. I was asking if I should find a headset.(as per procedure) Even though taking orders and handing out food for me is a bad idea, and my brain was already barely working.
So I check the screen for the next order. Sundae and a cone. Open the window.
"You know, it's rude to have your back to someone" The semi elderly lady in the van says.
"I was talking to my manager" My reply. Figured it would end the conversation there.
"It's still rude."
"We hadn't even initiated conversation yet." My voice isn't mean, or demanding. I'm confused, and soft. I'm not seeing how I was rude at all. Window was closed. We hadn't spoken. Hadn't made eye contact. Doesn't make sense.
"Are you arguing with me?" She says.
"Here's your sundae, and cone." I figure it'd be best to just get her the ice cream. She can't listen to reason because she's an old bitch.
Now she doesn't want that cone, because it was crooked. Yeah, it looked like a witch's hat, but it all goes to the same place. Whatever.
I toss it, and laugh the whole way to the machine. This is just too ridiculous.  I then create what is most likely the best ice cream cone I've ever made.

When I return, guess where this old hag is?
Door open, tending to a kid in the backseat.
WITH HER BACK TO ME

I resist the urge with every fiber of my being to say "Ma'am, it's rude to turn your back to someone"
Oh the freaking irony, is too much!
Instead, "Ma'am, your ice cream is ready." I'm hoping she gets the point.
After a few more seconds, I'm assuming she was giving a kid the sundae, she's back in the driver's seat, takes the cone and is gone, without another word.
 I thank her for her visit.

not sure if I won there...
I'd guess no because you can't win against someone that's irrational.

Colors

I was mopping the floor, trying to get done before closing. An elderly shuffling lady asked me
"What colour do you suppose this floor is?"

Our tiles are several mismatch rectangles ranging from dark brown, light brown, tan, fake wood grain, etc etc. I looked at her and said.
"Brown. Several shades of brown."
She then went on to ask how it was made, (like was it linoleum or tiled in there). I professed my lack of knowledge on the subject.
She mentioned it was pretty, and we should wax it.

She'd been staring too heavily at our floor, it seemed.

Dream Crusher

The other day, I had just clocked off. A young boy came up to the register asking for caramel.
"For your apples?" I ask. He nods.
"Sorry, we don't carry that any more."
He said nothing, and left.
His disappointment was palpable. You could see it in his eyes, his dreams getting crushed, and how he felt nothing in life would ever be good.

I saw him laughing and smiling minutes later as I left. 
Kids are great, eh?

Custom Recipes

After a few months a double cheeseburger, mcnuggets, or a big mac just sound awful. So you have to find new ways of eating the same old crap.

Sweet Juice - (not my invention) A regular sweet tea, with about a splash and a half of orange juice. Freaking Godly. For added flavor, add vanilla!

McChicken- I don't like lettuce or mayo, but I order them with cheese, chipotle bbq and ranch. Chipotle bbq and ranch, plus heat, equals a super tasty sauce. And I don't like ranch.

Crispy BBQ snack wrap- Just like the McChicken, cheese, ranch, bbq only.

OATMEAL- Simple oatmeal, but I add extra cream, three pats of butter and no craisins. Just apples. Filling and delicious.

I normally put vanilla in the OJ to downplay its tartness. I don't care for bitter things.

My Favorite Double Cheeseburger- no mustard, no ketchup, add chipotle bbq, sub sliv onions, sub bakery bun. The bun is soft and delicious, the onions are great with the bbq, and for a bonus, ask them to switch to crinkle(angus) pickles. As with most items, let it sit in the heater landing zone area for a while for the cheese to melt, and such.

Strawberry Banana Smoothie- I don't care for them, because of yogurt, and I have yet to try w/o yogurt but I accidentally put whipped cream on one. So I mixed it in and tried it. Was tasty.

I usually swap out a round egg for a folded on my sausage egg and cheese mcgriddle. Round eggs taste better.

Also I'm pretty sure you get TWO round eggs if you sub them on a big breakfast, instead of scrambled.


A customer mentioned he makes his drinks 3/4 unsweet tea, 1/4 hi-c orange.

That's it for now. Will update as I learn more.

Lag

McD's been around for like 50+ years.
The Mcdouble was introduced about 5 years ago. Xtra Large was eliminated about 8 years ago.

People are STILL confused about double cheeseburger/mcdouble and continue to ask for xtra large sized things.
Furthermore people continue to ask for 'biggie fries', 'cherry turnovers', 'malts', 'whoppers', 'value fries', etc etc.

Just where the hell do you think you are? You ever been to a McDonald's before?

Sweat

Warm weather, means smelly people, get even smellier. Their radius of stink gets wider. Ugh. take a shower. Use soap. Several times if need be. Use deoderant. It isn't difficult.
It's freaking civilised. Get with the program here.

Faithfully

Life events and a short vacation renewed my faith in humanity and the good of people.

It took 3 hours of a 17 hour greyhound ride and one hour at McDonald's for me to be back to my cynicism and hatred. (this chick talked too loud on her cell phone, and had the most annoying laugh)

"Here's your coke, and dr. pepper!"
"Oh I wanted those in styrofoam" a soft voice. a mutter. but one meant for me to hear. "BUT this is all right."
This fucking passive aggressiveness. I'm tired of it. If there's a problem, tell me directly, I'll fix it. If not, shut your damn mouth. All day went like that.
Then today... I take an order on counter. I'm taking other orders as someone else is gathering their order. She brings over the fries.
"Those are no salt right?"

The guy, the lady, neither one, at any point, said 'no salt'
I was about to lose it. I think it's the way they said it. Like they had asked for that. Bullcrap. They didn't ask for it. They just tacked it on, at the end.

Earlier a guy asked for a mocha frappe. I begin making it. "Oh I'm sorry, I wanted a caramel"
his tone was apologetic. nice. respectful. I remade it with a smile. Because, holy fuck, he was a nice guy.

Hot

ME- "So your name is?"
New person- "Blahblah, and you?"

"Hot Travis."

"I can see that..." (leaves awkwardly)

Rationalization

We like to think we're better than this.
We deal with annoyances all day, to the point that even a good customer, becomes an annoyance. We think we are smarter than them. Better than them. With this conceit comes bad customer service.

We need to realise, an angry customer usually is an irrational being. An irrational being lacks logic, and reasoning skills. An irrational being is comparable to a dog, or a territorial gorilla.
No matter how many times you say 'good dog; I don't mean any harm' that dog will still growl. Still bark. Still bite. Until you beat sense into it. Animals only recognise power.
Unfortunately, as customer service personnel, we can not display power. We do have power. But displaying it, is not good customer service, nor professional.
So reasoning with the customer, using logic, is wasted breath. Wasted effort. Just placate them.
Toss that growling dog a raw steak. Step out of the fenced off yard.
Of course, you need to follow the rules and policies. There's no such thing as a free lunch.
They won't learn from this, no.
They'll be back next week. No matter how many times you make a mistake, they will return. America. Eff yeah.
You have to make them sick somehow to make them stop coming. And even then, they have a high probability of returning.
I may have rambled and lost my point. Just trying to say, an angry customer will not understand logic or reason. They cannot. You ever been angry? You're not listening to anyone. You're raging and burning everything with your eyes.

And everyone has the same, predictable behavior. They walk up, dignified, head held high, prideful, and toss the food on the counter. Indignant. Like we're supposed to know exactly what we did wrong, because we did it on purpose. Granted, yes, sometimes I do. BUT damn what do you expect, the only people paid less than us are waitresses. And they get tips.
But we can't use that excuse. Unprofessional.

Everydamnday.
Damn, it's so tiring. And we always forget about the nice ones.

Today I was thinking, 'people are just people' I needn't be so nervous, just people with flaws, needs, wants, desires, like me, right?

Today I hand out some food through the drive thru. like a good boy. Few seconds later I see the same maroon jeep back up. She's several feet away. She says the fries taste like ass. They're cold. I lean out, far, reaching for the bag o fries. We'll get you a new one I'm saying. They're like 10 hours old! she says as she throws them at the store.
why
the
fuck
do
I
Even
try
for
these
people



When I returned with boiling hot fries, she was closer to the window.
The next person was all smiles, as was everyone after that...

Even before I worked here, I don't think I would ever throw food at a stranger, unless he was directly mocking me/provoking me.
The nerve of these people. Of course there are always two sides.
Still. Fucking think.

And so I thought. If the average after 10pm customer was like that... I'd never be nice to anyone at work.
makes much more sense now.

Right im done now.

Plants

My boss says that head office or somesuch said they have someone to water the plants in the store. So as they wither and die no one waters them. She refuses to.

BTW my boss is not a super saiyan. I'm taking artistic license here.

First is Worst

My first customer usually is awful.
Today they said
"twenty piece nuggets, with two apple juices, yadda yadda rest of order.' No mention of a meal. I considered asking, but it didn't seem like she wanted it anyways. w/e. She gets food. Looks confused.
Should have two more fries. she says.
Oh I didn't know you wanted the meal, you just said apple juices.
'well I intended to get the meal'
sure and I intended to ring up exactly what you said.
I usually stare at them at this point, waiting for them to decide if it's worth the effort to get the foodstuffs.
She sauntered off.

Other day I came in and checked in with managers to see what I was doing. Lobby mostly empty. I was 'running' for counter. Grabbing the food for em and such. Well they had one order, and looked like one guy might be waiting to order.
So I waste some time. Taking orders face to face is not my forte.
"Who's on counter" I ask a manager. They point to a girl working on making some french fries. I realise this guy probably isn't going to get his order taken in less than a minute, so I head over.
"WhatcanIgetforya?"
"What?"
"Have you been helped yet?" I ask, slower. In my defense, there are weird people who hang out at the register after ordering.
"No, that's why I'm standing here. Jeez, are you on crack?"
"Yeah, pretty much. What can I get for you?"

He later apologised, sayin he was irritated. understandable. but sheesh. I just clocked on!

Another time I had a lady accost me about her fries or somesuch as I was punching in numbers to clock on. Wasn't even in full work mode. I said "Maybe. Just let me make sure I'm getting paid for it first."
I use the check in with managers as a buffer time, to get me prepared to bend over backwards.

That's all. Seeya.