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Em and the terrible, horrible, etc.
Aug. 11th, 2003 12:13 amI knew today at work was going to suck straight from the get-go. My first customer ordered tea - no problem. Then she dropped one of those little milk cups in it, and asked me for another one. I said "No problem, but I'll have to charge you again." (Because, you know, it's a whole new tea. If it had been my fault, or if the milk was off, or something, I wouldn't have had to charge her.) Well, that was apparently just too much for her. She started yelling at me. I stayed calm under the protective shield of 'I'm afraid it's not my decision, it's the owner's, sorry'. She grabbed the dime she'd left in the tip bowl, said 'NEver mind the tea, then. Honestly.', and stalked off. I muttered 'bitch' after her, and I'm not sure I waited long enough. I really hope she didn't hear me.
The rest of the customers weren't so bad. There were the standard rude ones (no answer to my 'hi', just straight into the order with no please or thank you in sight), the ones who couldn't make up their mind (I don't mind those, because they usually let the person behind them who just wants coffee to go past. I tell them 'take your time, I'm here until five', which makes them laugh and go 'I hope I won't be THAT long!'), and the idiots (Hey, your banana-nut muffin - does it have nuts in it? I kid you not.), but nobody mean. It was just that there were so MANY of them. Our 2-3 o'clock rush lasted from noon to four-thrty. We baked two more batches of muffins than we usually do, and the dirty pans piled up because there was nobody to spare to wash and butter them, and the fridge emptied faster than we could fill it, and still they kept coming! Also, my usual coworker's on vacation (her revenge on me, I guess - I'm inflicting a newbie on her by leaving. We're a good team.), so I got to work with Alain, who is a nice guy, and tries really hard, but hasn't worked for three months, and was only there for four in the first place. It was a question of we really needed someone, so we called an old employee, who needed the extra cash. He had to keep asking me stuff, just to make sure (which I don't mind. Our cash sucks. It takes ten minutes to fix a mistake.), and it slowed stuff down some.
So we were there until five-thirty cleaning up, when the clean-up's usually mostly done by four, and I got home fully looking forward to the 'Celtic band' that was being advertised as playing by the lake tonight. I get there, and what do I find? A string quartet - playing reels, but sitting down and playing like they're playing a Mozart concerto. It was like... listening to Robert Plant (AKA the lead singer for Led Zep) singing Garth Brooks songs. Just wrong. The fiddler was so obviously a violinist playing fiddle music, rather than a fiddler, and there was no dancing, nothing. It was really boring. They were all very technically accomplished musicians, but... well, they were playing a reel, and everybody was sitting completely still, except for a little girl swinging her legs - and not to the rythm of the music, either. It was terrible.
And I think I may be allergic to the cat I'm cat-sitting. Misha condescended to cuddle with me, and now I itch. But then, it might be the laundry detergent again.
The rest of the customers weren't so bad. There were the standard rude ones (no answer to my 'hi', just straight into the order with no please or thank you in sight), the ones who couldn't make up their mind (I don't mind those, because they usually let the person behind them who just wants coffee to go past. I tell them 'take your time, I'm here until five', which makes them laugh and go 'I hope I won't be THAT long!'), and the idiots (Hey, your banana-nut muffin - does it have nuts in it? I kid you not.), but nobody mean. It was just that there were so MANY of them. Our 2-3 o'clock rush lasted from noon to four-thrty. We baked two more batches of muffins than we usually do, and the dirty pans piled up because there was nobody to spare to wash and butter them, and the fridge emptied faster than we could fill it, and still they kept coming! Also, my usual coworker's on vacation (her revenge on me, I guess - I'm inflicting a newbie on her by leaving. We're a good team.), so I got to work with Alain, who is a nice guy, and tries really hard, but hasn't worked for three months, and was only there for four in the first place. It was a question of we really needed someone, so we called an old employee, who needed the extra cash. He had to keep asking me stuff, just to make sure (which I don't mind. Our cash sucks. It takes ten minutes to fix a mistake.), and it slowed stuff down some.
So we were there until five-thirty cleaning up, when the clean-up's usually mostly done by four, and I got home fully looking forward to the 'Celtic band' that was being advertised as playing by the lake tonight. I get there, and what do I find? A string quartet - playing reels, but sitting down and playing like they're playing a Mozart concerto. It was like... listening to Robert Plant (AKA the lead singer for Led Zep) singing Garth Brooks songs. Just wrong. The fiddler was so obviously a violinist playing fiddle music, rather than a fiddler, and there was no dancing, nothing. It was really boring. They were all very technically accomplished musicians, but... well, they were playing a reel, and everybody was sitting completely still, except for a little girl swinging her legs - and not to the rythm of the music, either. It was terrible.
And I think I may be allergic to the cat I'm cat-sitting. Misha condescended to cuddle with me, and now I itch. But then, it might be the laundry detergent again.
