Super Size Me!
I don't know how many people get joy out of hearing my work annecdotes, but I like writing them down because I'd forget them otherwise, and one day I might look back and go "oh, hey! That was funny!". So yeah, here goes another one...
My shift was 4:30-8:30pm, which meant that I was a counter person. Someone, though, had called in sick so we were down a staff and manager Michelle asked if I could run. Running is my favourite job there, because I just have to run around fetching food and (depending if I'm working with another person or not), just hand it out to the customers. It's better than ordertaking because, even though your life is still ruled by that shitty, annoying bell, you don't have to move your arse when it goes off all the way to the other end of the store. Also, there's lots of people to talk to out at front counter, so you don't have big, lonely stretches.
Anyway, Michelle comes out at about 6:30 and say to me "some woman just rang up and got really shitty because she was missing four large fries."
To which I reply: "I've only had one order with four large fries tonight and I remember handing them out the window." I cannot remember faces at all, but I can remember specific orders hours later. Ri-i-ight. That's sad.
About half an hour later another manager comes out and says unto me: "That woman who was bitching about the fries, she reckons now you missed a salad too and is going to come down."
Says I: "Yeah Dan, whatever. I haven't sold a salad tonight. Maybe she was here before 4:30."
Later Dan decides he's going home and waltzes all the way out happily. Just before he leaves, he turns to me and says, "You know that woman who rang up and abused us for like three hours?" I nod. "Well, she called the wrong store. It wasn't us, it was some other McDonald's." He then leaves, and I am left, entirely speechless.
HOW THE FUCK DO YOU CALL THE WRONG MCDONALD'S AND YELL AT THEM? HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHERE YOU WERE? CANBERRA IS NOT BIG, AND WE ARE THE ONLY MCDONALD'S IN THE AREA! WHAT WHAT WHAT? ARE PEOPLE STUPID OR SOMETHING?
Wait, wait, I really don't need that answered. I know people are stupid. I mean, look at me and Michelle. We couldn't even put stickers on these plastic boards without getting big bubbles in it. Ha ha!
Oh, and in other news, Ding, Dong! The Austen's Dead! *glee*
My shift was 4:30-8:30pm, which meant that I was a counter person. Someone, though, had called in sick so we were down a staff and manager Michelle asked if I could run. Running is my favourite job there, because I just have to run around fetching food and (depending if I'm working with another person or not), just hand it out to the customers. It's better than ordertaking because, even though your life is still ruled by that shitty, annoying bell, you don't have to move your arse when it goes off all the way to the other end of the store. Also, there's lots of people to talk to out at front counter, so you don't have big, lonely stretches.
Anyway, Michelle comes out at about 6:30 and say to me "some woman just rang up and got really shitty because she was missing four large fries."
To which I reply: "I've only had one order with four large fries tonight and I remember handing them out the window." I cannot remember faces at all, but I can remember specific orders hours later. Ri-i-ight. That's sad.
About half an hour later another manager comes out and says unto me: "That woman who was bitching about the fries, she reckons now you missed a salad too and is going to come down."
Says I: "Yeah Dan, whatever. I haven't sold a salad tonight. Maybe she was here before 4:30."
Later Dan decides he's going home and waltzes all the way out happily. Just before he leaves, he turns to me and says, "You know that woman who rang up and abused us for like three hours?" I nod. "Well, she called the wrong store. It wasn't us, it was some other McDonald's." He then leaves, and I am left, entirely speechless.
HOW THE FUCK DO YOU CALL THE WRONG MCDONALD'S AND YELL AT THEM? HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHERE YOU WERE? CANBERRA IS NOT BIG, AND WE ARE THE ONLY MCDONALD'S IN THE AREA! WHAT WHAT WHAT? ARE PEOPLE STUPID OR SOMETHING?
Wait, wait, I really don't need that answered. I know people are stupid. I mean, look at me and Michelle. We couldn't even put stickers on these plastic boards without getting big bubbles in it. Ha ha!
Oh, and in other news, Ding, Dong! The Austen's Dead! *glee*