fuck
you know what's awesome about LJ? Well now I can bitch without yelling at any perticular person. You don't get in big fights because you yelled at someone, and your friends don't have to listen to it either. So if you don't want to hear about the worst shift of work yet no contest, then stop here.
up until this point, i never really had anything against people. Specific people maybe, but never against people in general that I don't know. But what the fuck. So in one of the recent storms, Tim Hortons headquarters got hit by lightning. Computer syster completely dead. So what does that mean? It's down for 24 hours, that's how far behind deliveries to stores are. And of course did I have anything to do with this? Did anybody else who was working today? Obviously not. But we ran out of a lot of stuff. The biggest things were our regular bag tea, and trays. Nothing huge, we still had specialty teas, and hold your coffee. But fucking every other customer complained that they couldn't have a tray. What do you want me to do?
And no offense meant to anybody, but all the fucking foreign people who don't understand english and the only words they know are "3 medium double double tray". Three of them? "3 medium double double tray." Would you like anything else? "3 medium double double tray". We don't have any trays. "3 medium double double tray". Holy shit. And the people who sort of know english, but are retarded. Can I help you? "what soup today?" We have chicken noodle. "I have egg salad sandwhich an soup deal, and 3 chillie bowls." We don't have any chillie today. "But you have sign that says. You have to have." Well I'm sorry we don't. What drink would you like with your combo? "Chamomile tea." What size? "I want chamomile tea." Yes i know, what size. "Chamomile tea to drink." Look, we have four sizes, small, medium, large, or X-large. Which would you like? And so this went on until the lady was yelling at me. It didn't matter who worked the window or took orders or whatever, people were still fuckers. So for some reason if you're reading this and I don't know you, fuck you.
up until this point, i never really had anything against people. Specific people maybe, but never against people in general that I don't know. But what the fuck. So in one of the recent storms, Tim Hortons headquarters got hit by lightning. Computer syster completely dead. So what does that mean? It's down for 24 hours, that's how far behind deliveries to stores are. And of course did I have anything to do with this? Did anybody else who was working today? Obviously not. But we ran out of a lot of stuff. The biggest things were our regular bag tea, and trays. Nothing huge, we still had specialty teas, and hold your coffee. But fucking every other customer complained that they couldn't have a tray. What do you want me to do?
And no offense meant to anybody, but all the fucking foreign people who don't understand english and the only words they know are "3 medium double double tray". Three of them? "3 medium double double tray." Would you like anything else? "3 medium double double tray". We don't have any trays. "3 medium double double tray". Holy shit. And the people who sort of know english, but are retarded. Can I help you? "what soup today?" We have chicken noodle. "I have egg salad sandwhich an soup deal, and 3 chillie bowls." We don't have any chillie today. "But you have sign that says. You have to have." Well I'm sorry we don't. What drink would you like with your combo? "Chamomile tea." What size? "I want chamomile tea." Yes i know, what size. "Chamomile tea to drink." Look, we have four sizes, small, medium, large, or X-large. Which would you like? And so this went on until the lady was yelling at me. It didn't matter who worked the window or took orders or whatever, people were still fuckers. So for some reason if you're reading this and I don't know you, fuck you.