I'm Serious

First of all, that guy, the one I hate passionately, came into work yesterday, New Years Day. That is how my new year started. With him. Nothing really happened. He was with this lady who is also a great big nuisance whenever she comes in. I should have known they knew each other. They arrived an hour before I got there. My co-worker called me to warn me that they'd be there. They both of course tried to use the Internet and loiter around without buying anything. The lady said "Well I have Noble coffee." Noble coffee is the name of the coffee we brew. It is from a local roasting company / coffee shop here where I live. She eventually bought a tea. He didn't buy anything. They both stayed until we closed early. I didn't do anything. But I gave him as many evil glares as I could muster, which was really quite a few.

Secondly, and lastly, this other lady came in today, the first time I'd seen her, and ordered some tea. No big deal. It's just tea. "But don't put the tea bag in it. I don't want it in the water." I didn't at all understand what she meant by this. We use loose-leaf tea and put them in strainers in pots. I asked her what she meant and she poorly tried rephrasing her request. I just kind of said "okay" and proceeded to make the tea I always do. She saw me and stopped me, saying again, "No don't put the tea bag in it." I replied, "Well, we don't use bags. It's just a pot." She said, "I don't want the tea in it," and then something about the caffeine. I paused, trying to figure her out. You have to do this with (difficult) customers sometimes. You stop and try to think rationally about what they're trying to say. Most of the time, it's easy, and in seconds, you've got it. So I ask her, "Where do you want the tea?" She's getting fed up. Well, she was fed up from the start, I should say. She ends up just taking a cup of hot water and going over to use the computer.

But she totally paid for the tea.

Miserable New Years to all of you.

Be professional. Pt. 2.

Next post will be about roommates again. I promise. From me it will be anyway. But trust me, if you worked where I do, that would probably be the center of your misery as well. It just gets worse and worse. I've tried looking for another job, but it's no good. No one's called. Oh please, oh please, someone, please call back. Please call me and hire me. Take me away, I beg of you, from this place, this godforsaken hellhole. God is not present where I work. He is absent. He's absent from two places -- Hell and Suckway.

So, since the first post about this place, a good two months ago, much has happened that is worthy of note. First of all, I'm happy to announce that the notes have been getting less and less. Of course, there is a perfectly reasonable explanation for this -- the managers simply don't come there anymore. If they do, it's to look at the freezer that's been broken for three weeks, say some stupid things, grab some free food, and then leave in their industrial strength pick-up trucks. That's right, for nearly a month, our freezer was busted. It was almost as cool as the refridgerator. I'm pretty sure we were breaking all kinds of FDA rules. So what do we do? Lie in the temp checks? I guess so. It's okay to sin here, though, because, as I said before, even God doesn't go there. Anyway, the thing is apparently fixed now. So...thanks guys up top. You all showed some great managing skills during that terrible crisis where most of our food was ruined. One day, when I'm a moronic manager like you, I'll use you guys as my role model. Whatever anyone else teaches me, I'll simply throw out the window...because that's clearly what you've all done.

Hmm...what else. Ah yes, cameras. Surveillance. That's right, they can finally watch us and actually see how busy it gets while they leave me there all alone each and every nite. It's hilarious how many cameras they put in. The place is really a pretty small store, but there is definitely six cameras up and running, watching our every move. Rumor has it that four can record audio. We certainly haven't censored ourselves, believe you me. I'm still waiting for that phone call from them telling me that I shouldn't eat that cookie, even if it's broken or old or stale or burnt. And that's when I get to ask them why they only have five people currently employed at our store and why they only care about productivity.

Here's the thing with them and why we're always rushed. As I said, we only have five people working now. And those five people always work. I let my supervisor know tonite that I'm sick of this and what the heck is their problem? Why haven't they hired more people? This is ridiculous. He told me that as long as productivity is high and workers are low...they're making good money. I mean, it makes sense (cents. ha). We're getting loads of customers and they only have to pay for a couple people working there at a time. Sure. We'll take care of it. Don't worry about the people actually running your--

But I'm still there. And it's all I've got. So as miserable as it makes me, I gotta find something good in it. Mmhmm. This post will actually have a happy ending. Most customers are morons. But some aren't. Some come in and are regulars and tip me every time because I help them out and they feel bad I'm the only one there. Alot of times a couple will come in and the guy will joke around with me about how it sucks they leave me there alone like that or something. They allright.