Tomorrow is my last day at my shitty job. Since I was last there they fired 2 kids for giving away free food, however they have not fired the kid who stole money out of the register and got it on camera. Yet they fire the other 2 kids because they "heard" they were giving out stuff . These women at work confide in me their "secrets" which is talking shit about each other. They don't realize that both of them tell me their crap, its not like I am on either of their side or I really care. Each one says the other one is going to be fired. So we went from 6 people, 2 fired, I'm "talking off this week to study for finals and do my reports for school" which is actually starting my new job but I'm not going to quit the old one until I have my paychecks in hand so they can't pull any shit on me. So only 3 people work there now, and one of them only works one day a week. So essentially 2 people will have to run a store 7 days a week. That is going to be fun I'm sure.

I stood around and did hardly any work today while the guy who supposedly steals helped everyone. I read Sport Compact Car instead of helping people. But I could only hold off work for so long. Than some big ass bitch comes up to me...

Her kid: "Can I get a mint chocolate chip on a sugar cone."
:::I make it and give it to him:::
Bitch: "Let me get a chocolate on a sugar cone."
:::I make it and hand it to her:::
Bitch: "Umm why is his bigger than mine, I wanted two singles."
Me: "They are both singles, I didn't try and make one any larger."
:::Bitch calls her kid over to compare sizes:::
Bitch: "Look his is bigger than mine, I wanted to singles. Why are they different sizes if they are two singles."
Me: "I guess I was just feeling nice when I made his ."
Bitch: "What you don't feel nice enough to give me more?!?"
Me: "Well I can't because you licked the cone and I can't touch the scooper to it anymore."
Bitch: "Well put it in a cup then and give it to me."

So I take a cup and literally put one spoon full of ice cream in the cup just to be a prick and give it to her. This makes her happy and she leaves.

All that bullshit over something so stupid. The scoop I gave her kid was bigger than normal, and hers was normal. Why can't people just be happy with what they got. She was jealous of her own stupid kid. She should be happy I gave her kid a generous scoop. What a stupid cooz.

I was this close to using up my "SHUT THE **** UP YOU ****ING ****" curse-out-a-customer-before-you-quit free card but I resisted.

 

Hmm, I guess you never heard the phrase "the customer is always right."

 

The customer isn't always right.

 

No the customer is a ****ing idiot who needs to be told what they want. I'm openly rude to people who are dumbasses. I don't even care anymore. That job makes me loose my will to live.

 

Would it have been that hard to say, "okay lemme give you a little more on there" and made her day?

Oh but then you would helped someone else to be happy and that would undermine your own personal disdain for your occupation.

 

No because they were the same ****ing size to begin with. Its impossible for these morons to understand the concept of compression. The more I smash down your ice cream the smaller it looks. I can sit it on loosely and it will look big. She is so concerned about the extra spoonful of ice cream she should get.

If someone doesn't try and point out to people how ****ing stupid they are then they will never learn.

Anyone who says the customer is always right either owns the company or has never had a job in their life.

 

I'm a telefundraiser for my school. I've had alums blow up at me for every reason imaginable.

You know what I tell em for whatever they're pissed about?

"Sorry sir/ma'am, that's our mistake. We'll take care of that for you right away."

That way the next time we call they might not be so pissed.

Amazing, eh?

 

But calling people on a phone isn't the same as the one on one staredown. If I tell them its my mistake than I have to do more work. Fine if its my fault, but its usually not because I wouldn't complain if it was. I'm too proud to let some **** face mall rat tell me I'm doing my job wrong when I know its right. I would have been giving that woman essentially free Ice Cream if I slapped another whole scoop on it. She got what she paid for. If my boss was there his cheap ass would have told me I put too much on it.

If I go to McDonalds and my hamburger tastes like ass I don't complain. I cut my losses and don't go back to that McDonalds. Chances are its not the person at the registers fault. So I'm not going to waste their time complaining. Live and learn. Anyone who's worked in food services as long as I have probably feels the same way and knows just what its like. I have more important things to complain about than some dumb $1.00 thing that is going to be coming out of my ass about 5 hours later.

 

amen brotha

 

was she fat? h: