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More work-related fun:
Dear customer who saw me walking around the store on my break, with my apron off, and told me seriously to "get back to work,"
STFU and die. You want to work in a disgustingly hot cafe for 7-8 hours without a break? Go right ahead.
Dear people who like to point randomly at the bake case and say, "I'd like this,"
There are labels in front of every fucking item. No, really. Look at them. I can't read your mind, and I sure as hell can't tell what you're pointing at. Unlike you, I have...gasp...pastries blocking my view of your damned finger! So don't get bitchy at me when I have to ask you to tell me exactly what item you want. Especially when I'm still smiling and being as nice as I possibly can. And when I make a guess after you still won't tell me, don't get pissed off because I'm wrong.
Dear (other) people who can't read signs,
No, we are still not Starbucks.
Dear customers who think it's cute to stand in front of the pastry case arguing over what to get at 10:58 (when we close at 11),
No, we will not give you anything for free because we're closing. That's what refrigerators are for. And hurry the fuck up and choose something. I can only stand at the cash register with a fake smile plastered on my face for so long, especially when I'd rather be breaking things down for the close.
Dear people who mumble orders at me and then get annoyed or make jokes about my intelligence when I ask them to repeat themselves,
SPEAK UP.
Dear customers who give me sweaty cash,
Fucking ew.
Dear teenage girl who threw her wad of a $20 at me,
Enjoy the golden dollar coins I gave you as change. And learn some manners while you're at it, mmkay?
Dear people who ask about a tip jar and then don't bother giving us tips,
What the hell was the point, then? I surely don't expect tips (because, if I did, I'd be sorely disappointed 99.9% of the time), but...why ask if you're not planning to give anything?
Dear wonderful, wonderful woman who gave Colette and me each $1 tips last night,
You are AWESOME. That is all.
Ugh, work is such fun. And now, I'm off for a 4:00 to close shift. And mystery shops start today. Oh, yay!
Dear customer who saw me walking around the store on my break, with my apron off, and told me seriously to "get back to work,"
STFU and die. You want to work in a disgustingly hot cafe for 7-8 hours without a break? Go right ahead.
Dear people who like to point randomly at the bake case and say, "I'd like this,"
There are labels in front of every fucking item. No, really. Look at them. I can't read your mind, and I sure as hell can't tell what you're pointing at. Unlike you, I have...gasp...pastries blocking my view of your damned finger! So don't get bitchy at me when I have to ask you to tell me exactly what item you want. Especially when I'm still smiling and being as nice as I possibly can. And when I make a guess after you still won't tell me, don't get pissed off because I'm wrong.
Dear (other) people who can't read signs,
No, we are still not Starbucks.
Dear customers who think it's cute to stand in front of the pastry case arguing over what to get at 10:58 (when we close at 11),
No, we will not give you anything for free because we're closing. That's what refrigerators are for. And hurry the fuck up and choose something. I can only stand at the cash register with a fake smile plastered on my face for so long, especially when I'd rather be breaking things down for the close.
Dear people who mumble orders at me and then get annoyed or make jokes about my intelligence when I ask them to repeat themselves,
SPEAK UP.
Dear customers who give me sweaty cash,
Fucking ew.
Dear teenage girl who threw her wad of a $20 at me,
Enjoy the golden dollar coins I gave you as change. And learn some manners while you're at it, mmkay?
Dear people who ask about a tip jar and then don't bother giving us tips,
What the hell was the point, then? I surely don't expect tips (because, if I did, I'd be sorely disappointed 99.9% of the time), but...why ask if you're not planning to give anything?
Dear wonderful, wonderful woman who gave Colette and me each $1 tips last night,
You are AWESOME. That is all.
Ugh, work is such fun. And now, I'm off for a 4:00 to close shift. And mystery shops start today. Oh, yay!