not your average Monday
Jun. 2nd, 2004 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sarrenIf this were a normal day
Repulsive Bogan Customer (returning carton with remnants of meal bought at least half an hour previously) There's a bug in here.
Me (inspects carton) There's no bug here.
RBC - It was there.
Me. I can't see anything. But I will replace your order in the interests of goodwill.
RBC - I don't want a replacement. I want my money back.
Me - Okay.
Or maybe my Monday went like this instead....
***PMS***PMS***PMS***PMS***PMS****PMS***PMS****
Repulsive Bogan Customer (returning carton with remnants of meal bought at least half an hour previously) There's a bug in here.
Me (inspects carton) There's no bug here.
RBC - It was there.
Me. There's no bug. But I will give you a small chips.
RBC - I don't want a fucking chips. I want my money back.
Me - You can have a small chips.
RBC. - You stupid fucking cunt. I want my money back!
Me *glares silently*
RBC. - You stupid fucking cunt. I'm fucking calling the fucking Health Department on you.
Me - Go for it!
*walks off*
Context for those who don't know me very well. I run a fast food joint in a Low Socioeconomic Area (she says tactfully) It's a shabby old place, falling apart gradually and on a day to day basis I deal with many rude customers. Sometimes people try to steal stuff and sometimes people try to get to get free stuff with bogus complaints.
Having set the scene, let me add that both my assistant and I have high standards of hygiene and providing a quality product. ie. There was no bug, in case you weren't sure.
Hey, it's not rocket science but I do my job well.
er... except when I'm PMSing, (which thankfully is rarely) and then everything sucks, all the little things that go wrong that you normally deal with without a second thought seem that much harder and the whole day is just one hard slog.
That was my Monday. Abusive customer just the icing.
So I ring Jodes in the arvo about meeting up for the Sarah McLachlan concert, and cheer d her up a lot by having a worse day than her.
Finally drag myself home, retreat to the bath for a long time then snuggle in my wooby pj's, despite the fact that I'll be going out again in a couple of hours.
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mr_booboo turns up and rants at me for a long time about her crappy crappy day. Vent, Boo, Vent.
Then we go pick up Emma and head off to concert, hearing about the wonderful day Emma's had today and how her fab day is concluding with getting to see this Sarah McLachlan concert. Emma's excitement lasts all the way into the lobby at which point she realises she's left her ticket at home.
So off she goes, in my car (Emma not the most confident driver in the world) I don't find this stressful at all. Hmm. Remember the day I'm having.
(I find out later that Emma believes there's something wrong with my car "It feels like driving through molasses." The Boo and I are horribly convinced that she's been driving it with the handbrake on. So anyway she didn't dare take it on the freeway, but went the long way home.}
Meanwhile Jodes has turned up and exclaimed "Why didn't you go to BOCS and get a replacement?" Boo and I look at each other, make embarassed noises. I go to front counter and discover, yes indeed as I paid for the tickets on my credit card it's no trouble to track them and issue a replacement. 'Oops' I say. 'Don't tell your friend' advise the ticket people.
As it turns out Emma misses only the first 2 songs by the support band, Blanche Du Bois. who are a really cool, and muddling through without something important that I can't remember now.
Sarah McLachlan. Rocks.
So, Fab, Fab time was had by all.
Everyone else was a little deaf afterwards from us sitting, oh, directly in front of the speakers, but I was insulated by virtue of being just a little bit deafer normally than the others. So go me.
Then we all went directly home as it was past Emma's bedtime.
On Tuesday I had a stupid headache and couldn't go to Bodyjam and felt sorry for myself and madedragonfly8 fuss over me.
On Wednesday I bought myself fluffy rainbow boots to keep my ankles warm, though they bear a passing resemblance to Ugg boots, they're really not.
I do realise this has put my friendship withscotsnow in jeopardy. It wasn't a decision I made lightly....
Repulsive Bogan Customer (returning carton with remnants of meal bought at least half an hour previously) There's a bug in here.
Me (inspects carton) There's no bug here.
RBC - It was there.
Me. I can't see anything. But I will replace your order in the interests of goodwill.
RBC - I don't want a replacement. I want my money back.
Me - Okay.
Or maybe my Monday went like this instead....
***PMS***PMS***PMS***PMS***PMS****PMS***PMS****
Repulsive Bogan Customer (returning carton with remnants of meal bought at least half an hour previously) There's a bug in here.
Me (inspects carton) There's no bug here.
RBC - It was there.
Me. There's no bug. But I will give you a small chips.
RBC - I don't want a fucking chips. I want my money back.
Me - You can have a small chips.
RBC. - You stupid fucking cunt. I want my money back!
Me *glares silently*
RBC. - You stupid fucking cunt. I'm fucking calling the fucking Health Department on you.
Me - Go for it!
*walks off*
Context for those who don't know me very well. I run a fast food joint in a Low Socioeconomic Area (she says tactfully) It's a shabby old place, falling apart gradually and on a day to day basis I deal with many rude customers. Sometimes people try to steal stuff and sometimes people try to get to get free stuff with bogus complaints.
Having set the scene, let me add that both my assistant and I have high standards of hygiene and providing a quality product. ie. There was no bug, in case you weren't sure.
Hey, it's not rocket science but I do my job well.
er... except when I'm PMSing, (which thankfully is rarely) and then everything sucks, all the little things that go wrong that you normally deal with without a second thought seem that much harder and the whole day is just one hard slog.
That was my Monday. Abusive customer just the icing.
So I ring Jodes in the arvo about meeting up for the Sarah McLachlan concert, and cheer d her up a lot by having a worse day than her.
Finally drag myself home, retreat to the bath for a long time then snuggle in my wooby pj's, despite the fact that I'll be going out again in a couple of hours.
Later
mr_booboo turns up and rants at me for a long time about her crappy crappy day. Vent, Boo, Vent. Then we go pick up Emma and head off to concert, hearing about the wonderful day Emma's had today and how her fab day is concluding with getting to see this Sarah McLachlan concert. Emma's excitement lasts all the way into the lobby at which point she realises she's left her ticket at home.
So off she goes, in my car (Emma not the most confident driver in the world) I don't find this stressful at all. Hmm. Remember the day I'm having.
(I find out later that Emma believes there's something wrong with my car "It feels like driving through molasses." The Boo and I are horribly convinced that she's been driving it with the handbrake on. So anyway she didn't dare take it on the freeway, but went the long way home.}
Meanwhile Jodes has turned up and exclaimed "Why didn't you go to BOCS and get a replacement?" Boo and I look at each other, make embarassed noises. I go to front counter and discover, yes indeed as I paid for the tickets on my credit card it's no trouble to track them and issue a replacement. 'Oops' I say. 'Don't tell your friend' advise the ticket people.
As it turns out Emma misses only the first 2 songs by the support band, Blanche Du Bois. who are a really cool, and muddling through without something important that I can't remember now.
Sarah McLachlan. Rocks.
So, Fab, Fab time was had by all.
Everyone else was a little deaf afterwards from us sitting, oh, directly in front of the speakers, but I was insulated by virtue of being just a little bit deafer normally than the others. So go me.
Then we all went directly home as it was past Emma's bedtime.
On Tuesday I had a stupid headache and couldn't go to Bodyjam and felt sorry for myself and made
dragonfly8 fuss over me.On Wednesday I bought myself fluffy rainbow boots to keep my ankles warm, though they bear a passing resemblance to Ugg boots, they're really not.
I do realise this has put my friendship with
scotsnow in jeopardy. It wasn't a decision I made lightly....
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Date: 2004-06-02 05:13 pm (UTC)*glares at complaining customer for you*
and
*shakes head*
I can't believe your going to wear ugg boots in public :P (jealous of pretty colours and warm feet)
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Date: 2004-06-04 06:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-06-04 10:25 am (UTC)lol
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Date: 2004-06-05 08:46 am (UTC)NOT.
Okay?
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Date: 2004-06-05 08:47 am (UTC)hmmmmmmm ok :)