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I worked the 5-close shift today. It was real busy, but everything was under control. Then as usual, around 1:00, the bars were emptying out and their hungry drunks started coming in. I had just finished calming down this drunk guy who had stubbed his toe on the trash can and spent the next few minutes howling in pain, when at about 1:40, Josh and his friend came in. (Josh is this incredibly obnoxious guy who works at Cluck U. He recently suffered a terrible mashed-potato related injury that caused him to leave work to see a doctor. Which everyone thought was ridiculous. The mashed potatoes can get hot, but not even enough to give you blisters, which usually don't even require a trip to a fuckin doctor.)
Anyway, Josh went to the bathroom and told me to give his friend his employee discount, so I was like whatever and did. Then Joel (manager) saw, and he was already exasperated with Josh and other stuff, so he was like, um no.
As Joel was telling Josh this, a HUGE crowd of drunk people came in. They started ordering, and I was taking all their orders as more were coming in. Josh and his friend (I think they were a little drunk too) were adamantly protesting not getting the $2.15 discount. All of a sudden, Joel got fed up and told Josh, "Alright, I'm sick of your bullshit, no fuckin' discount, you're fired, get out." Then he announced to the whole place, "NO MORE ORDERS! We're closing in 10 minutes, the whole store's closing in 3 days, just get out now." And all hell broke loose.
The crowd was like "WHAT THE FUCK?!" The people who'd already ordered were freaking out about getting their food, so we had reassure all them that they'd get it. Some of the people who couldn't place their orders in time were just annoyed and left, but some were totally outraged by the injustice of the situation. First, they begged for their food, and I had to keep saying, "Look, I'm really sorry about this, I know you're hungry and this sucks, but we just aren't taking orders anymore. There's nothing I can do about it." So they flipped at out Joel, screaming at him about what an asshole he was for the longest time. Yellow Shirt Guy was especially pissed and would not fucking give up. At one point, he was like, "Stand aside, sweetheart, you're fine, it's just the fucker with the '80s hippy haircut, Joel. I will fucking jump over this counter and break that fucking camera so I can deal with him and get my food." Over FRIED CHICKEN. He paces around, leaves, and comes back to yell some more a few times.
We're rushing to fill the remaining orders, but drunk people are often confused when it comes time to get their food, even when you give them receipts so they can check what they got and their order number. There's this one bewildered, balding drunk who's very distressed that he hasn't gotten his order yet. I eventually put the pieces together and realized that some crafty dude who hadn't gotten his own order in had simply taken the confused guy's order when it was called and walked out. So I had to get the order thrown together again for the guy who actually paid for it.
Meanwhile, Josh's friend is still there raising hell. He is yelling about how wrong it was for his FRIEND to get fired. He starts about how he is gonna get his lawyer, and how Josh is outside talking to a policeman. This other guy, who was waiting with his girlfriend for their order and was actually pretty chill, turned to him and said, "Dude, you are here talking about a LAWYER. In a CLUCK U. You are threatening to get your lawyer in. a CLUCK. U. Think about that. Chill the fuck out."
At this point, the chill guy's girlfriend and I began laughing hysterically. Because it was all so ridiculous. Her boyfriend and Josh's friend keep arguing, Yellow Shirt Guy and his friends are still yelling at Joel, who occasionally responds. I noticed that in the exodus of drunks, someone had dumped out the styrofoam cups labeled "Forks" and "Knives" and taken fountain drinks in them, so I'm picking plastic utensils up. MacKenzie taking calls, Frank is being Frank and doing all kinds of creepy and annoying stuff, and his long long hair keeps brushing against my arm, and Jason is doing something with the cash registers. And fuckin Serg (he had been fired for never doing shit but was sadly rehired. He was also almost deported but sadly that didn't happen either), is just kind of milling around in the kitchen in his fucking Hawaiian shirt and skinny man-capris, doing nothing. It was such a ridiculous scene, I could not stop laughing.
After the people dissipated, I helped clean up and swept the place and stuff. Last I heard when I left, Josh was still wasting the cop's time. Even though he only had 3 potential work days left anyway.
The End.
Chad's right. I really do have a dysfunctional workplace.
Anyway, Josh went to the bathroom and told me to give his friend his employee discount, so I was like whatever and did. Then Joel (manager) saw, and he was already exasperated with Josh and other stuff, so he was like, um no.
As Joel was telling Josh this, a HUGE crowd of drunk people came in. They started ordering, and I was taking all their orders as more were coming in. Josh and his friend (I think they were a little drunk too) were adamantly protesting not getting the $2.15 discount. All of a sudden, Joel got fed up and told Josh, "Alright, I'm sick of your bullshit, no fuckin' discount, you're fired, get out." Then he announced to the whole place, "NO MORE ORDERS! We're closing in 10 minutes, the whole store's closing in 3 days, just get out now." And all hell broke loose.
The crowd was like "WHAT THE FUCK?!" The people who'd already ordered were freaking out about getting their food, so we had reassure all them that they'd get it. Some of the people who couldn't place their orders in time were just annoyed and left, but some were totally outraged by the injustice of the situation. First, they begged for their food, and I had to keep saying, "Look, I'm really sorry about this, I know you're hungry and this sucks, but we just aren't taking orders anymore. There's nothing I can do about it." So they flipped at out Joel, screaming at him about what an asshole he was for the longest time. Yellow Shirt Guy was especially pissed and would not fucking give up. At one point, he was like, "Stand aside, sweetheart, you're fine, it's just the fucker with the '80s hippy haircut, Joel. I will fucking jump over this counter and break that fucking camera so I can deal with him and get my food." Over FRIED CHICKEN. He paces around, leaves, and comes back to yell some more a few times.
We're rushing to fill the remaining orders, but drunk people are often confused when it comes time to get their food, even when you give them receipts so they can check what they got and their order number. There's this one bewildered, balding drunk who's very distressed that he hasn't gotten his order yet. I eventually put the pieces together and realized that some crafty dude who hadn't gotten his own order in had simply taken the confused guy's order when it was called and walked out. So I had to get the order thrown together again for the guy who actually paid for it.
Meanwhile, Josh's friend is still there raising hell. He is yelling about how wrong it was for his FRIEND to get fired. He starts about how he is gonna get his lawyer, and how Josh is outside talking to a policeman. This other guy, who was waiting with his girlfriend for their order and was actually pretty chill, turned to him and said, "Dude, you are here talking about a LAWYER. In a CLUCK U. You are threatening to get your lawyer in. a CLUCK. U. Think about that. Chill the fuck out."
At this point, the chill guy's girlfriend and I began laughing hysterically. Because it was all so ridiculous. Her boyfriend and Josh's friend keep arguing, Yellow Shirt Guy and his friends are still yelling at Joel, who occasionally responds. I noticed that in the exodus of drunks, someone had dumped out the styrofoam cups labeled "Forks" and "Knives" and taken fountain drinks in them, so I'm picking plastic utensils up. MacKenzie taking calls, Frank is being Frank and doing all kinds of creepy and annoying stuff, and his long long hair keeps brushing against my arm, and Jason is doing something with the cash registers. And fuckin Serg (he had been fired for never doing shit but was sadly rehired. He was also almost deported but sadly that didn't happen either), is just kind of milling around in the kitchen in his fucking Hawaiian shirt and skinny man-capris, doing nothing. It was such a ridiculous scene, I could not stop laughing.
After the people dissipated, I helped clean up and swept the place and stuff. Last I heard when I left, Josh was still wasting the cop's time. Even though he only had 3 potential work days left anyway.
The End.
Chad's right. I really do have a dysfunctional workplace.