LET ME KNOW IF YOU GET ANY FRAPPUCCINO'S...LET ME KNOW IF YOU GET ANY FRAPPUCCINO'S...
I say this continuously...about every five seconds as I run drive through, float, expedite, and try to remain calm. Many back pats and applause go out to Tracy, Meleah, and Jessica D. The jest of the night:
Someone called in...Meleah said she would close, we were still a man short. Meleah has been working so hard I could not bear to let her close. She had to be at work at 8 in the morning and work until 5. The worst shift on a weekend!!! So I told her to leave at 10. WE BUSTED OUR BUTTS. We ran around like lunatic's until I REALLY could not comprehend the orders I was taking on drive thru. I'm serious. Someone would order and I had to make them repeat it like three times. Not because I couldn't hear them, merely because I just could not register what they were saying. AND I almost fainted. I don't know why, I walked over to the bar and I grabbed onto it to stop myself from falling. It was very weird. Maybe too much multi-tasking leads to less blood flow. I think what happened is I forgot to breathe or something. What's worse is that the CD player is broken. I had about two screen fulls of drinks and all of these customers were waiting for them in silence. It was extremely uncomfortable for me. I wanted to shout, "CAN'T YOU LOOK THE OTHER WAY, or MAYBE JUST TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES??????" nay, nay...of course not. Anyhow, the moral of my story is this: we began to get slower around the last hour that we were open. okay, okay, the bottom line is this: even though we were busy and essentially only had three people on the floor on a saturday night, we busted our butts and got everything done, and got out at a decent time. What I'm saying is that things will always get done if you WORK. I sure am spent though. Feel like I've run a 10K in a pair of pointy boots. Okay, check this out.
Andrea: (working the bar with many a drink...screen full.)
(MEANWHILE..AT REGISTER ONE:)
A sir: I'll have to Venti Cappuccino's!!!
(ABOUT 3 MINUTES LATER...or maybe 7:)
Andrea: TWO VENTI CAPPY's!!! THANK YOU!!!
(one minute later)
A sir: Are you SURE these are Cappuccino's????????
Andrea: Yes, they are. (smiling...fakely)
A sir: WELL, they just taste like COFFEE!!!
Andrea: Well, sir..our cappuccino's are espresso, steamed milk, and foam.
A sir: OH, so YOU guys don't make the REAL one's!!!!!
(He storms off in an angry rage)
(Andrea, unable to control herself shouts after him with all other customers watching google eyed...)
Andrea: WE ARE THE ONE's WHO MAKE REAL CAPPUCCINO'S!!!!
The End
Enough about starbucks, I truly need to find a new career.
Tomorrow is the big D. Date that is. I'm very excited.
Technically it's Lesley's BIRTHDAY!!!! HAPPY birthday girl!!!!!!!!!!! I'll treat you to some Moe's sometime this week. Or anything really.
Alright, have a good night all.
Someone called in...Meleah said she would close, we were still a man short. Meleah has been working so hard I could not bear to let her close. She had to be at work at 8 in the morning and work until 5. The worst shift on a weekend!!! So I told her to leave at 10. WE BUSTED OUR BUTTS. We ran around like lunatic's until I REALLY could not comprehend the orders I was taking on drive thru. I'm serious. Someone would order and I had to make them repeat it like three times. Not because I couldn't hear them, merely because I just could not register what they were saying. AND I almost fainted. I don't know why, I walked over to the bar and I grabbed onto it to stop myself from falling. It was very weird. Maybe too much multi-tasking leads to less blood flow. I think what happened is I forgot to breathe or something. What's worse is that the CD player is broken. I had about two screen fulls of drinks and all of these customers were waiting for them in silence. It was extremely uncomfortable for me. I wanted to shout, "CAN'T YOU LOOK THE OTHER WAY, or MAYBE JUST TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES??????" nay, nay...of course not. Anyhow, the moral of my story is this: we began to get slower around the last hour that we were open. okay, okay, the bottom line is this: even though we were busy and essentially only had three people on the floor on a saturday night, we busted our butts and got everything done, and got out at a decent time. What I'm saying is that things will always get done if you WORK. I sure am spent though. Feel like I've run a 10K in a pair of pointy boots. Okay, check this out.
Andrea: (working the bar with many a drink...screen full.)
(MEANWHILE..AT REGISTER ONE:)
A sir: I'll have to Venti Cappuccino's!!!
(ABOUT 3 MINUTES LATER...or maybe 7:)
Andrea: TWO VENTI CAPPY's!!! THANK YOU!!!
(one minute later)
A sir: Are you SURE these are Cappuccino's????????
Andrea: Yes, they are. (smiling...fakely)
A sir: WELL, they just taste like COFFEE!!!
Andrea: Well, sir..our cappuccino's are espresso, steamed milk, and foam.
A sir: OH, so YOU guys don't make the REAL one's!!!!!
(He storms off in an angry rage)
(Andrea, unable to control herself shouts after him with all other customers watching google eyed...)
Andrea: WE ARE THE ONE's WHO MAKE REAL CAPPUCCINO'S!!!!
The End
Enough about starbucks, I truly need to find a new career.
Tomorrow is the big D. Date that is. I'm very excited.
Technically it's Lesley's BIRTHDAY!!!! HAPPY birthday girl!!!!!!!!!!! I'll treat you to some Moe's sometime this week. Or anything really.
Alright, have a good night all.