I snapped this weekend....

I finally did it....I snapped... but imagine this: 
 
You get to work on friday nite, and you're a little miffed cuz you wanted to hangout with your friends (i have friends ?!?). So its 5:30, and you and another person are back there, serving the public. At 6:30 two more come, but one leaves. Now you have 3 people, working on the busiest nite of the week. Disregard the fact that on wednesday (the slowest nite of the week) there were 5 people workin back there. Turns out that Sponge Bob Square Pants (the movie) opened today, and its absofuckinglutely insane, and there are all these random customers wanting to purchase food that i have to make. Imagine for a minute, a line up of 45 people at each of our tills (not an exaggeration), and the food is being purchased at a rate i can't make it at (especially not while im busy selling it). Where are the poeple who are supposed to hang fries, and make coffe, and make pretzels??? Why, you're talking to one! But Chris, arent you supposed to sell them? Yup, and make em at the same time. I use my 3rd, and 4th arms to do it. It gets confusing at times, but i manage...not. Whats more insulting, is I have managers telling me "make more pretzels!" "hang more fries!" You do it dipshit! I have guests to serve (its a catch 22 --catch 22 means fucked if you do, fucked if you dont-- because if i stop serving guests to make more pretzels, coffee or fries they'll yell at me to serve the 'guests'). But my all time favorite is "Chris, when you have some spare time, roll a few trays of pretzels and seran warp em, then you can pop em in when you need em. We arent allowed to do this normally, but since its so busy i'll let you"...KEYWORD BUSY!!! Jackass, I have a line up of 45+ people who all want their shit NOW, because they have no concept of the first come first serve rule, or an inkling of how much stress im under serving them, or a clue as to what they want. They just know they want it NOW. Why don’t you get back here and roll me some pretzels Mr. Manager? Oh yeah, I forgot, cuz you’re a jackass. From 6:30 (the first sponge bob) till 10:45 (the last sponge bob). The 3rd person, left at 9, so for 1 hour and 45 minutes, me and kyle had to serve guests alone. That’s when all hell broke loose. We’re supposed to close! How are we supposed to close, with just the 2 of us, and we have to serve guests (they come before we do). Lets tally what we have to do: 
 
Dishes 1 hour (1 person) 
Fryers (all 4) 1.5 hours (1 person) 
Counts 0.25 hours (1 person) 
Cut a bucket of fries 0.75 hours (1 person) 
Floors 0.25 hours (2 ppl) 
Innumerable little things that eat up your time. 
 
And its 10:45 before we start any of this. Between the two of us, we have more than 4 hours of work to do, and we still gotta serve guests. By the time we actually finished closing it was 1:15am….1:15 am!!! Drive home, Shower, eat supper, go to sleep…3:00am by the time I’ m home and in bed. RING RING RING RING!!!!!!! I look up, and its 8am…8am…I wonder who this could be? I pick up the phone, and “Chris, It’s going to be busy today, we’re gonna need you for 11am.”. There is only so much I can take, but this is the 3rd week in a row they’ve pulled this crap with me. So I loose it. I say ‘Okay’ very calmly, and then put the phone down gently. It was almost like I was in a trance. I walked downstairs, and told my dad to call them, and tell them I would never be coming in a gain, because if he didn’t, The nice, shiny, orange and yellow knives behind NYF would have found new friends, in the faces of all the people who tick me off (which is a lot). But its not over yet, I’m so tightly wound, it’ll take weeks to get back to normal….

by angryguitarfreak on 23 Nov 2004 at 6:57

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Hey chris, try this math... friday night- 5-11... 9 cheeseburgers a minute, two managers riding your ass and are never happy - mop floors and clean counters for the 12 spare seconds while the buns are toasting... fuc work sucks doesn't it? Luckily I'm a trainee still so I gett low wages and only have to work 3 days a week. Have fun being catytonic for a while.

129290 | posted by Kirk on November 26, 2004 at 4:28

pffft i couldnt get any if i tried (no seriously, ive tried)

128997 | posted by angryguitarfreak on November 23, 2004 at 18:19

Dammit man, where's my pretzel?! Use your 7th to 12th arms if you must! Faster! I want you to be able to make a pretzel and serve it to a customer in 15 nanoseconds... go! I think you need to get laid... while on vacation... while killing clones of everyone you hate without knowing they were really clones.

128970 | posted by bradbomb on November 23, 2004 at 15:36