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Trash Talking, Part 2

, | Romantic | March 3, 2013

(My boyfriend has taken me out to see a movie for Valentine’s Day. I used to work as a cleaner at the cinema a few years back while studying at the university.)

Me: *excited* “Ooh, look! They put in more trashcans in this theatre!”

Boyfriend: *snorts* “Oh, they put in more trashcans? Really? Wow, aren’t you a wild one. What are you going to do after the movie, go home and sort your towels?”

(Later on, at the restaurant, while browsing the menu…)

Boyfriend: “Now, where are the burgers… ooh! Salads and pastas!”

Me: *laughs* “Salads and pastas? Now, who’s the wild one?”


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(Time) Zoning Out

, | Working | March 1, 2013

(I work at a popular fast food outlet which uses a simple P, U, D (Prep, Use, Discard) system to time products kept out on the boards. I pull out a new carton of tomatoes and catch my very new coworker staring at it a few moments later.)

Me: “[Coworker], something up?”

Coworker: “It’s not 11 am, is it? Because I came on at 1pm.”

Me: “No, it’s quarter to two. Why?”

(She turns the carton towards me, and I see “P: 11 am”.)

Coworker: “This says it’s 11 am!”

Me: “…[Coworker], that’s not a clock.”

(She stares at it for a moment, and then looks back at me.)

Me: “P means ‘Prep.’ It’s not the actual time.”

Coworker: *sheepishly* “Oh, I thought the P stood for ‘Palmerston North’ time…”

Cutting Off Your Employees Cuts Both Ways

, | Working | March 1, 2013

(I tend to be very accident prone. One very early morning, I’m working the front of the store by myself when I hurt myself and get a nasty gash in my hand.)

Me: “[Manager]! Get up here right now!”

(As I pack paper towels around the cut, my manager stomps up to me looking pissed.)

Manager: “What are you screaming at me for? I’m your boss! You can’t talk to me in that tone!”

Me: “But I—”

Manager: “No! I don’t want to hear any of your excuses! Don’t even bother apologizing. I’m writing you up right now.”

(He stomps back to the office and slams the office door behind him, leaving me standing there in shock. Fortunately, my only coworker finds the first aid kit and fixes me up. My manager eventually comes back out of his office, still angry.)

Manager: “I just finished writing you up. [Store Manager] is coming in this morning so she’ll get to hear all about your behavior problem.”

Me: “Okay. I’m sure she’ll love to see this too.” *holds up hand*

Manager: “Oh my God! What happened to your hand?!”

Me: “I sliced it open pretty bad. That’s why I was screaming for you, but [coworker] got me bandaged up so it’s all good.”

(Not only did I not get in trouble, but he sent me home early with a full day’s pay!)

Not Getting To The Meat Of The Problem, Part 3

| Working | February 28, 2013

(I am at a diner with a group of friends. The waiter comes over to take our order. One of my friends with many allergies starts asking questions.)

Allergic Friend: “Do you ever cook anything with dairy on the same grill you use for burgers?”

Waiter: “Um, yeah.”

Allergic Friend: “Okay, well, I’m really sensitive to dairy, so I can’t eat anything that’s been on the same grill.”

Waiter: “We could cook your burger on the vegetarian grill.”

(The other vegetarians and I at the table stare at the waiter in shock and horror.)

Allergic Friend: “That… wouldn’t help anyone.”

 

Tray Fray

, | Right | February 28, 2013

(Due to new public safety standards, we now have to machine wash all dirty trays instead of merely wiping them down with a disinfectant and paper towel.)

Me: “You’re order will be right out, ma’am. Thank you.”

(My coworker brings out her bag of food.)

Customer: “I said I wanted this for here.”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, but as I mentioned all our trays are dirty and we’re only bagging the food at the moment. You’re more than welcome to eat in the lobby if you’d like, but we can’t offer you a tray.”

Customer: “What about those?” *points to dirty pile of trays over a trash can* “Can’t I just have one of those?”

Me: “Uh, no ma’am. Those are all dirty trays. I can’t give you any of those.”

Customer: “Just wipe one down; it’ll be fine.”

Me: “Sorry, ma’am, I can’t do that. It’s against health codes.”

Customer: “Just wipe it down! You’re just being lazy!”

(Note: the customer is getting so agitated that other customers are backing away from her.)

Me: “No, I’m not. I’m really just waiting for the trays to be brought back up from the dish area. They’ll be clean soon.”

Customer: “God, I can’t believe you’d be so rude and lazy not to give me a tray!”

(Without warning, the customer throws her bag full of food at my face. It’s filled with cardboard sandwich boxes and hot fries inside, so she takes a solid chunk out of my cheek and I start bleeding.)

Customer: “That’ll teach you to be rude to a customer!” *shoves two customers out of the way and leaves*