A Highly Pronounced Need For Anger Management
(I work at a fast food restaurant with a girl that acts like a drill sergeant. She is in charge of the training of newbies. This particular new hire is obviously from Africa, and doesn’t speak much English. I’m a new hire, too.)
Trainer: “[New Hire]! Come here!”
New Hire: *comes over*
Trainer: “This dish goes over to that table! Now, what is this dish?”
New Hire: “Ah, um…”
Trainer: “Faster! Customers are waiting!”
New Hire: “…ah…”
Trainer: “STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT. I’M NOT GONNA TELL YOU! SO, STOP AND THINK! WHAT IS THIS DISH CALLED!?” *slams hand over and over on the counter-top loud* “WHAT IS IT CALLED!”
(There is a long painful silence while the foreign new hire stutters and stammers, turning beet red, and on verge of tears. The GM finally speaks up with the dish’s name.)
Trainer: “[Dish Name]! It’s [Dish Name]! Why couldn’t you remember that? Now go and repeat it to yourself! What is it called?! Gimme its name! NAME NOW!”
New Hire: *pronounces dish’s name incorrectly, due to a thick accent*
Trainer: “NO! IT’S [Dish Name]! GOD!”
(She threw the dish all over dramatically and the GM said nothing as she threw a screaming fit everywhere. I quit that day, along with a lot of others. Sad, but this wasn’t the only restaurant that was mean to minimum-wage workers like this.)
