Fast Food Hell Dilemma: To Slap or Smash?

Well guys, I have contracted the Zombie Plague (Swine Flu).

Oh, and only one person from work cared enough to ask if I was ok.

But since my doctor’s appointment was on day seven of having it, I only have to miss two days of work.

When I told my manager:

Her: Well, what about all the people you could have given it to!?

Me: .__. It’s a mild case. I thought I just had a cold with some headaches, if I knew it was serious, I would have stayed home.

Her: Alright –Hangs up-

I’M DOING FINE, FEELING BETTER BY THE WAY. THANKS FOR ASKING, BITCH.

Whateverfuckingdouchebag.

But I went back to work today.

And holy fucking fuck.

Did everyone lose their brain while I was away?

A coworker bumped into me while I was pouring coffee, which made me spill hot coffee all over my hand.

I got bitched at for screaming "HOLY FUCKING TITS" on Front line.

Uuuh.

Hot coffee.

ALL OVER MY HAND THERE.

I know it wasn’t intentional, but she just looked at me like I did something wrong.

She could have at least apologized. =/

 

I was filling the bowls before I left, the main garnish station needs onions and pickles.

As I was putting the onions in their proper location, the same bitchy coworker shouts “GET OUT OF MY WAY.”

Me: Sorry.

Her: Whatever. –Angry sigh-

Customer: =/

Me: Well, you can fill your own station next time then.

 

Between the hours of 2 and 4, there’s only about three people on Front Line, so you just go to whichever spot you’re needed most.

Drive Thru went off, so I got it. There were also people coming in.

My Drive Thru garnisher was out checking lobby, Bitchy McPMSmobile simply stood at the garnish station.

Me: Could you grab cash?

Her: I’m garnishing.

Me: .. Ok. But I have to tend to Drive Thru and –girl- is checking lobby.

Her: -Eyeroll- Whatever.

Me: Could you act your age instead of your boyfriend’s dick size for a second? D8<

Her: You’re not the supervisor!

KSFDHCNDCJHG

I should have slapped her with the pickle bowl.

Or smashed her face in the drive thru window.

 

Suggestions on how to deal with the annoying Pre-Teen? C:
I trust your judgment, doods.

Burger Bitch

 

Comments

[Chris Osborne]

Only one solution, sabotage. Slowly make things go wrong, stuff that she wouldn't catch if it was a single instance.

[Freddy]

Smash her face into the pickle bowl and make relish.

[Burger Bitch]

Chris: Y'know, that's not a bad idea..

Freddy: Who would want to eat that relish? D: But WAIT. I could feed it to the asshole customers!

[Jit]

Some people just need shootin'.

[Tony]

She might not be smart enough to catch on (and it doesn't seem like she is), but you could find subtle ways to insult her right to her face. By phrasing the insults in a way that unless the bitch is paying attention she'll have no idea you just told her to go fuck herself.

[Anon]

Get all your friends to constantly come in, harass her and complain about her to the management to try get her fired.

Or plant drugs in her bag/locker and tell your manager that you are "worried she's taking drugs on her lunchbreak"

[Michael]

Recruit a flashmob to drag her out of the place and strip her in front of the parking lot.

[Former Wal-Slave]

Why is your boss hiring snotty kids? Have they not realized that there are dozens and dozens of desperate adults out there with social skills and work ethics and the ability to make correct change are looking for work? Seriously, people who's unemployment bennys are running out would kill to man the drive thru window at burger hell.

[Burger Bitch]

My manager thinks that children need jobs more, literally, she said it.
I'm eighteen and working my ass through College.
All these other kids are grade 9's-11's.
The rest are adults with family's and are getting less hours than the kids.
It's fucking retarded.