Fuck My Job

disregardedrambles:

Ok, so lately I’ve been finding out that I have TONS of pet peeves at work. So I’m going to list them here to get my frustration out. I’ll probably add more later when I find them out lol.

PS: This is what I look like after working 20 hours for two days - COMPLETELY EXHAUSTED AND PISSED OFF.

My List of Pet Peeves while at work.

• “Why does the drink cost so much?”

Look here, people. I don’t put the prices on the bottled beverages, I just sell them. So don’t ask me why you have to pay $2.50 for a damn Lemonade at my store, where you can get the same bottle for a dollar cheaper and the quickie mart 500 feet away. Hell, just get the fucking soda that came with your combo and quite your bitching.

• People who don’t speak English.

I promise, I’m all for culture and shit, but when you have to order your meal through your kids, there’s a problem. Also, if I have to ask you FOUR TIMES what you want to drink because I can’t understand you, just point the fucking drink out.

• “I want a refund on that ice.”

Ok, so this has only happened ONCE, but still. Refund? Because we don’t have ICE? It’s FROZEN WATER. WATER IS FREE. GO BACK TO YOUR DOUBLE WIDE.

•  “$20? Did you ring up my meal right? That doesn’t seem right.”

Whenever I ring up meals, I try to give you the best price I can. I’m not going to stand there and waste my time ringing up every thing separate just to piss you off. Yes, that’s the right price. Yes, we’re expensive. Give me your money and shut the fuck up.

• “You don’t have coke?”

Isn’t that why I JUST ASKED YOU if Pepsi’s alright? No, we don’t serve Coke. If you don’t like it, get over it or don’t get the soda at all.

• People who get rid of items because they cost too much AFTER I ring them up.

I can’t automatically delete the items, I hope you know. I have to go through the process of fighting the Snow Witch and saving Narnia in order to change that regular soda to a small.

• Bitches who tell me to hold on.

“Ok ma’am, you had blahblahbalh –“ “Can you just wait a minute?” Umm, hello? I’m telling you what I’m ringing up so you don’t have to think for yourself. This goes back to the whole “Did you ring my meal up right?” ordeal. I’m trying to give you the best price, trust me.

• Bitches who are bitches.

Enough said.

• People who give me change AFTER I ring up their meal.

Yes, I can do math, ten times more than you can ever do, but if you don’t give me the exact amount of change AFTER I ring up the odd dollars you have, I’m not going to sit there and figure out what I fucking owe you. Keep your change and bring it out AHEAD of time next time, ok?

• “Ma’am/Sir, if you can just slide down… ma’am… they’ll bring you your meal, just…”

At Sbarro, we reheat your pizza for you. If I’m asking you to slide down to ring up your meal and that they’ll give you your pizza when it’s ready, THEY WILL. Just don’t stand there like an IDIOT telling me you’re waiting for your pizza – I KNOW THAT, I work there! Just do what I FUCKING SAY and you’ll get your pizza in a few minutes!

• “What would you like to drink?” “Yes.”

… Do you speak English? Did you not just hear the WHAT, IN THE BEGINNING OF THE SENTENCE? Yes, I know you want something to drink, but I asked you WHAT. WHAT WHAT WHAT!

• Massive orders.

Ok, so you had Spaghetti with meatballs, 3 slices of cheese, 2 meat delights, a bake ziti, 2 extra breadsticks, and a dipping sauce? Who the fuck are you trying to feed, the Army? Not only do I have to ring all that up, I have to get your 5 different sodas. Fuck that shit, man.

• “Ok, that’ll be $5.81.” “Oh, I forgot, we’re together.”

You couldn’t say that to begin with? This doesn’t bother me as much as the next one, though.

• “Oh no, we’re separate.”

BRB I have to delete the Snow Witch and save Narnia! -___-

• People who order at the wrong place.

You order from right to left, people. KINDA JUST LIKE HOW YOU CAN’T READ.