Chips and soup
Apr. 4th, 2004 04:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenDay from hell, without a doubt. I hate my job. Customers really suck.
There was this guy who tried convincing me that when he ordered two bowls of chips, he actually ordered two bowls of soup. Cue me displaying the piece of paper - "2 chips."
"Oh," says he, "maybe you misheard me."
Excuse me? Chips? Soup? Where the hell is the similarity?
We gave him his goddamn soup. Leah, who in charge of this kind of thing, said, "If he tries telling you it's meant to be chips..."
"Yeah?"
"Throw 'em at him, love."
I would have, too. Thankfully he'd run out of steam to quibble.
Talking of quibbling, people complain about the stupidest, stupidest things. One woman stopped me to tell me that although her food was hot, her plate was cold. Resisting the temptation to say, "Well, what do you want me to do about it?", I went off and told Leah and Monica. Monica has a sense of humour. "Tell her it's because she ordered it with salad. Salad when served on a hot plate becomes warm, and so ceases to be salad and becomes, instead, cooked vegetables. There is a method in our madness."
I didn't actually tell her that. Was too busy dealing with all the other annoying customers. The one thing that stands in the way of a successful business - customers. They suck.
To make things slightly worse, when I finished, I asked Suzanne about getting a day off on the second of May (Collectormania, for the record). She gave a me a look, and said, "It's Bank Holiday weekend."
I argued, pleaded and grovelled for ten minutes straight before she said, "Just this once..."
The thing is, I do see where she's coming from. She is actually really nice, but just stressed all the time with all the stuff she has to deal with. She's so much like Dr Weir in Lost City that it's scary. I have no problems imagining her running Stargate Command. She's that kind of person. I'm very thankful she did agree in the end, 'cause I don't know what I would have done otherwise.
All over for another week. Tomorrow is the one blessing - at least there's no school.
There was this guy who tried convincing me that when he ordered two bowls of chips, he actually ordered two bowls of soup. Cue me displaying the piece of paper - "2 chips."
"Oh," says he, "maybe you misheard me."
Excuse me? Chips? Soup? Where the hell is the similarity?
We gave him his goddamn soup. Leah, who in charge of this kind of thing, said, "If he tries telling you it's meant to be chips..."
"Yeah?"
"Throw 'em at him, love."
I would have, too. Thankfully he'd run out of steam to quibble.
Talking of quibbling, people complain about the stupidest, stupidest things. One woman stopped me to tell me that although her food was hot, her plate was cold. Resisting the temptation to say, "Well, what do you want me to do about it?", I went off and told Leah and Monica. Monica has a sense of humour. "Tell her it's because she ordered it with salad. Salad when served on a hot plate becomes warm, and so ceases to be salad and becomes, instead, cooked vegetables. There is a method in our madness."
I didn't actually tell her that. Was too busy dealing with all the other annoying customers. The one thing that stands in the way of a successful business - customers. They suck.
To make things slightly worse, when I finished, I asked Suzanne about getting a day off on the second of May (Collectormania, for the record). She gave a me a look, and said, "It's Bank Holiday weekend."
I argued, pleaded and grovelled for ten minutes straight before she said, "Just this once..."
The thing is, I do see where she's coming from. She is actually really nice, but just stressed all the time with all the stuff she has to deal with. She's so much like Dr Weir in Lost City that it's scary. I have no problems imagining her running Stargate Command. She's that kind of person. I'm very thankful she did agree in the end, 'cause I don't know what I would have done otherwise.
All over for another week. Tomorrow is the one blessing - at least there's no school.
