Stupid people and creepers

23Aug09

Yesterday I Yesterday I worked 9-4, which I really didn’t mind despite the fat that I am not a morning person. What I did mind was the ridiculous amount of stupid in my day. I worked with someone who, because I do not think highly of said person, will be called Stupid Employee 1, or SE1 for short. SE1 is one of those people who is smart as far as book smarts go, but when it comes down to it SE1 has absolutely no common sense. In fact, when I met SE1 I thought SE1 was mentally retarded, and I am dead serious.

Anyways, it was 1 o’clock and we had yet to have a lunch rush, although it had been steady (which is worse than being slammed), and I’m walking around on air thinking “MAN! I sure am lucky to have such an easy day!” I stayed in the back and prepped prep, baked bread, and washed dishes while SE1 was stuck on the line. And that’s when it all went downhill. As soon as I had made a sandwich and was all ready to eat my tasty lunch five, six, seven people walk in. Here are a couple of that conversations I had.

Me: [While putting on a new pair of gloves - which are difficult to put on when you've just taken a pair off] What vegetables on this ma’am?

Stupid Woman: *Stares at me*

Me: [Again] What vegetables on this, ma’am?

Stupid Woman: *Stares at me*

Me: Would you like any vegetables on this ma’am?

Stupid Woman: *Stares at me*

Me: (Gloves now on) Do you not want any vegetables?

Stupid Woman: Are you ready?!

No, I’m not ready. I’ve asked you four times what vegetables, if any, you would like, there are now ten people in line, but no. I. Am. Not. Ready. Let me just take a quick nap, then you can tell me what veggies you’d like.

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Training and pranks

12Aug09

Unfortunately for the purpose of this blog (quite fortunate for me) today was not such a stupid people day. In fact… We were nearly dead until 7:30, and then we didn’t slow down until 9. In fact the only times I found myself actually upset with customers were when four men, who barely spoke English, came in and ordered seven (seven!) footlong oven roasted chicken breasts with bacon on Italian Herbs & Cheese. At 8:30. And when Nikki kindly told them that next time they had a large order that late to please call it in, they got rude. So we got rude.

And then of course there was the old man. And let me just tell you, I am not the biggest fan of the elderly.)

Me: What can I get for you?

Old Man: (whispering) Jared’s subs… chicken teriyaki… turkey…

Me: Chicken teriyaki?

OM: (whispering) What?

Me: What can I get for you?

OM: (whispering) That Jared’s sub up there…

Me: There are five different sandwiches under Jared’s favorites, sir.

OM: (whispering) … Well, I guess I’ll get the turkey… that’s the most expensive one, that’s what I’m supposed to get right?

Me: … What bread?

And it went on like that, whispering his order and saying stupid little jokes that made no sense and complaining that he couldn’t hear me when I was yelling. But, I guess I have to give him the benefit of the doubt, he was old.

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Old entertaining conversations, because today was boring.

11Aug09

Just like the title says… Just some old entertaining conversations, because today was boring.

Stupid Woman: I want a footlong meatball on Italian Herb and Cheese.
Me: I’m sorry ma’am, we’re out of meatballs.
SW: (misheard me) Footlong meatball!
Me: … I’m sorry, we. are. out.
SW: WELL I WOULDN’T HAVE COME UP HERE IF I KNEW YOU WERE OUT! (screaming, not just angry, screaming)
Me: I’m sorry.
SW: So you’re out all together, you don’t have any for tomorrow?
Me: No, we have meatballs for tomorrow, they’re frozen though.
SW: And you can’t heat them up?
Me: It takes 20 minutes, and we close in five.
SW: Mumbles something about working in restaurants and how you have to have everything until you close.
Me: *stares*
SW: How about the Philly, is that $5.
Me: No, that’s our most expensive sandwich, it’s $8.50.
SW: This is a ripoff! Which ones ARE $5?
Me: The ones on the third menu that says $5 footlongs.
SW: Mumbles something about them all being crappy.
SW: I’ll take the Spicy Italian.
Me: *cuts bread*
SW: I don’t want that bread anymore! Give me wheat.

So I make her sandwich and the entire time she complains about how I have to have meatballs until I close because it doesn’t say we stop selling them at 9 (to which I desperately wanted to say “WE HAD MEATBALLS AT 9, IT’S 9:55, YOU’RE TOO LATE.”) so finally when we got to the register she asked for the managers number, so I stormed to the back, wrote it down along with his name and went back to the front and said, “His name is Scott Anderson, he’s on vacation until Monday, feel free to call him any time between 9-6. Have a great day!”

But the greatest thing about the whole conversation, was she kept glancing over to Nikki like she was going to say, “OH HOLD ON WE HAVE MEATBALLS, JOHNNA LOVES TO LIE TO CUSTOMERS ABOUT FOOD!”

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