Apr 19, 2004 18:00
SO yesterday was my 4th day at work, and definately the least fun. I had a shift in the morning, and then picked up for Pete at night, = 13 hours strait of Sonny's fun. around 5:30, a crack head and his crack-ette come strolling in...to my section of course. The guys face looked like a skinnier version of Mick Jagger with the exact same haircut as Side Show Bob from the simpsons. no joke. Like a plant of tightly curled hair sprouted out of the top of his head. Anyway, after 30 seconds or so of trying to get his drink order, watching him stare at his own hands, he produced a coupon that looked like it was made (poorly) in photoshop. Then mumbled something in crack tongue about the crying baby. (there was none) and then mumbled "salad bar", in broken English this time.
jumping at the chance to get away, ran off, got them plates, put in the order, and when i came back they were gone.
great, all the managers come out asking rediculous questions of what I did to make the guy leave and this, that, whatever. great. this looks awesome. The new guy has a customer leave on him.
Of course the cooks still made his food for no reason they would find out, and never got off my case the rest of the night, and the cashiers fumbled the mystery ticket around screwing up my next 4 tables orders. everybody was pissed at me, all because Side Show Bob chose to smoke rocks and sit in my section.
I havent had a day like this in years....
alright, im done venting. Late.