|| i am mc.awesome. T__T
so today has been more interesting than most.
i'll start off with my wonderful idea: Today in drive thru i was taking orders and shit and usually one out of every three people screams at the speaker. dude, seriously, i can hear the kids in your back seat whispering about how they hate you. i can hear you when you bitch about me after you order. i can hear you, ok? so today, after too many people had ignored my questions, fucked up their own orders, screamed in my ear, and blasted me with their shitty cars, sound systems and screaming children, i looked at vivian and said: people don't need to come near a drive through unless they've taken a drive thru etiquete course. and she laughed. but it's really not a bad idea. there would be seminars and hands on activities and demonstrations...
one. don't yell. if we can't hear you then we'll ask you to speak up. even then, do not act like we're a football field away. if i ask you to speak up then it's your fault for mumbling or being in the passenger seat.
two. do not get pissed off at me because You came to the wrong drive thru and i can't shit out some chilli and a baked potato. BE POLITE TO ME. you don't know me and you're letting me in charge of what you consume. dumbass.
three. Don't make your child order their own food. and don't let them. it takes too long and i don't know what the fuck they're saying.
four.when i'm speaking to you, do not drive away. this only pisses me off and i have to guess at what i was going to get you. if you do this, the chances of your order being wrong go up 23947293742937287% and no, we don't do this just to ruin your day or piss you off.
five. if your order is wrong, tell me. do not scream it at me in unintelligable rant. i do not speak unintelligable rant. nor do i speak spanish but that is something else entirely. (ex: a woman comes thru and yells at me: I WANT ONE DIET COKE AND ONE COKE.
me: what size would you like those?
her: WHAT?!?!?!!! *as if i'd just told her that i shit on her pretty little dog.
me:what size would you like your drinks?
her: *heaves a sigh* NEVER MIND. I'LL GET ONE BIGGIE KIDS MEAL, *they are called Mighty Kids Meals, please call things what they are called, not your own pet name for them or i can't give you what you want. i get confused.* AND THE DRINK WILL BE A DIET COKE. GIVE ME ONE FIVE PIECE NUGGET ON THE DOLLAR MENU AND
me: ma'am, we don't have five nuggets on the dollar menu. would you like a four-piece for $1.43?
her: *insert bitching and an oder for a mc.flurry*
me: *asks a question about her mc.flurry*
and she drives away. so i guessed about her order and stored it so she could pay for it. she pays. she drives up to the second window to get her food. we have to have her park so we can bring her mc.flurry out because it's not made yet. she bitches about having another drink. no.... no, you only payed for one, but it'll be $1.07 for another one if you'd like. she pulls forward and tells us to hurry that it better not take all day to make one mc.flurry. when the manager takes it to her about .07 seconds later, she starts screaming at them about another drink. she wants her other drink. *stabs at reciept* she payed for two! TWO! give her her other drink. *the reciept says one drink* 2 other managers go out and tell her the same thing. $1.07 for another drink, you only payed for ONE. *stabs at reciept* TWO~! SHE PAYED FOR TWO~!!! elba finally gives up and comes inside to leave her out there. the woman slams her car door open and stomps after elba and i really thought she was going to kick some ass. she starts making a scene about 16 oz. of shitty diet coke so we finally just give it to her so she'll shut up. all the managers and one of my co-workers, mirna, start bitching about her and what the hell she was talking about and finally i tell them the story of the woman and how she wanted two at first and then told me only one with the meal. they all nod and go their way.)
six. keep your emotions inside. don't piss yourself with happiness or sadness about the availability of certain items.
seven. don't be a dumbfuck and keep coming through for water just so you can yell: CHELSEA~! WE'RE BACK~!!!! like an idiot. you aren't funny.
eight. don't hit on me.
nine. do not use the drive thru as a show-off point for your stupid-ass system. i don't care to hear it.
ten. when i say first window, that's the window i want you to go to. don't fly by it, don't sit there for .2 seconds and then keep going because i'm taking someone else's order, don't stop 3 feet in front of it and expect me to wait for you to count pennies, and do NOT pull up 5 feet away and think i'm going to happily heave my ass out of the window to accept your warm nickles.
eleven. we're trying to be efficient. so don't give me a hundred dollar fucking bill for an order that's $1.86 i'm not your bank, go somewhere else if you want to break a large bill.
further more: cheese costs you $.39, lettuce is $.43, etc. yes, i will charge you for it even if you say 'only'. it's still going to be added and although I could care less, i get in trouble if i don't push that fucking button. and beware, they're going to start charging you for the sauce you want. more than two and it's $.15/sauce.
gahd, there's so much more. so many stories....
anyway... the other story of today.
i had decided early on in my shift that i was going to be completely prepared when the lunch rush arrived. so i super stocked. i had 15-20 large sweet teas made, 4 medium sweet teas, 6 waters, 8 medium cups of ice, and stacks of cups and lids at the ready. i had a full dispenser of tea at all time and a full bin of ice. i also made sure there were napkins and straws for those presenting. i was ready and my area was clean. i was proud for being so mc.awesome on a shitty day. *our carbinator broke Again but was fixed before lunch.* well about 45 minutes into the non-stop rush of taking orders and making drinks, i realized that all of life is like a Final Fantasy battle. each order was an attack from the enemy, each drink made was an attack on them. each time i replenished my supply of tea or cups or ice or whatever, i was healing. my super-stocking had been my buffing and readying before the battle. when someone knocked over a drink or there was a big 6-drink order, it was a boss-fight. and i applied this to everything. that each step of life is like you're leveling. and then it corresponded to RO and how shei works and works to level to be better and get to a better job. i was like whoa. i am so teh awesome for realizing all this. and it kept going. and i decided that i could stay sane by thinking about things that way. i wouldn't freak out if i just told myself that i was just leveling. that one day i would be the most kick-ass *insert job-class here* i felt so cool. i was all excited to come home and tell lovey and she laughed at me and told me i was playing too much FFX. true, i've been playing during all my free time but that's not too much ><; it's the most i've ever really been interested in playing so much and could. my dad burned my FF7. literally burned it with the trash. he said it was "of the devil" *looks at jama* and my PS and FF8 were stolen before i could beat the game. i've only ever beaten one game...super mario bros on NES.
but yes... i think that is all for now. tomorrow may bring tiddings of 800mg pills from janie so w00t. then two days off and wonky hours all next week. and *GASP* i've been scheduled for four days. *faints*
"Butterflies from Hell. DEMONS and devils..." xD oh jama...how i miss joo.