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maderrYou know it's going to be a looooong night when the first call you handle (not even 1 minute after walking in the door) is a customer complaint.
What was he complaining about? Well he said he found a screw in his pizza. Never mind that there are no screws anywhere near where we make any of the food and two, it was apparently a rivet and not a screw (this is what I was told, I was busy when he came in).
Then there was the ass that complained b/c Josh forgot to put the coupon in for his order and wanted to get the proper price. He paid $13.37 when he should've paid $12.84. A whopping 53 cents.
Then there was the brillian new guy, who apparently thinks washing dishes means splashing them with water and then putting them away. So he had to wash all of them again. They were still doing that when I left.
Though it didn't help matter that about 10:15 the electrical outlets up front decided to start smoking - and the breakers didn't trip for some reason. Then they started to smoke more, and then we saw orange sparks. Not a good thing. So we killed everything (and call me stupid but if you were a customer would you want to walk into a place that was nearly pitch black and was smoking?). And apparently my exercising my authority for once and ordering all the workers to remain in the back is a source of amusement. I'm sorry, if you want to get zapped and dead by all means.
And I was going to go driving with Becca, but I forgot to get her number and for some horrible reason her last name is escaping me.
But I am showered and drinking coffee, so life is swiftly improving.
What was he complaining about? Well he said he found a screw in his pizza. Never mind that there are no screws anywhere near where we make any of the food and two, it was apparently a rivet and not a screw (this is what I was told, I was busy when he came in).
Then there was the ass that complained b/c Josh forgot to put the coupon in for his order and wanted to get the proper price. He paid $13.37 when he should've paid $12.84. A whopping 53 cents.
Then there was the brillian new guy, who apparently thinks washing dishes means splashing them with water and then putting them away. So he had to wash all of them again. They were still doing that when I left.
Though it didn't help matter that about 10:15 the electrical outlets up front decided to start smoking - and the breakers didn't trip for some reason. Then they started to smoke more, and then we saw orange sparks. Not a good thing. So we killed everything (and call me stupid but if you were a customer would you want to walk into a place that was nearly pitch black and was smoking?). And apparently my exercising my authority for once and ordering all the workers to remain in the back is a source of amusement. I'm sorry, if you want to get zapped and dead by all means.
And I was going to go driving with Becca, but I forgot to get her number and for some horrible reason her last name is escaping me.
But I am showered and drinking coffee, so life is swiftly improving.
