Stupid bitch
Feb. 22nd, 2004 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrIf you're going to be pissy towards a manager, don't pick this manager.
These women ordered five orders of wings and a pizza. So they come in, and the one is like, "here's my money for one of the wings and the pizza." Now, I'm a little dismayed b/c they didn't mention on the phone that they wanted the stuff on seperate tickets, and now I have to do a bunch of crap to divide it up. So I wasn't thrilled - but I wasn't mad, just dismayed. Anyway, the woman said "Yeah, seperate. Just do it, that's your job." So this threw me, and I tried to explain that I wasn't mad or anything, just confused. Anyway, I thought it was cleared up and went to fix it all and she did it again. "Yeah, go over there and do. That's your job, isn't it?" So I told her not to talk to me like that (nicely) and she got pissed, said for me not to talk to her like that, and demanded her money and left.
Then her friends paid for their own food (and had that "sorry she's such a whore") look on their faces. So that was my adventure for the night. My workers were snickering, and the last hour we had no orders at all. Verra easy Sunday.
These women ordered five orders of wings and a pizza. So they come in, and the one is like, "here's my money for one of the wings and the pizza." Now, I'm a little dismayed b/c they didn't mention on the phone that they wanted the stuff on seperate tickets, and now I have to do a bunch of crap to divide it up. So I wasn't thrilled - but I wasn't mad, just dismayed. Anyway, the woman said "Yeah, seperate. Just do it, that's your job." So this threw me, and I tried to explain that I wasn't mad or anything, just confused. Anyway, I thought it was cleared up and went to fix it all and she did it again. "Yeah, go over there and do. That's your job, isn't it?" So I told her not to talk to me like that (nicely) and she got pissed, said for me not to talk to her like that, and demanded her money and left.
Then her friends paid for their own food (and had that "sorry she's such a whore") look on their faces. So that was my adventure for the night. My workers were snickering, and the last hour we had no orders at all. Verra easy Sunday.
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Date: 2004-02-23 10:02 am (UTC)