From Gnillab: This is how my co-worker wore her hair today.
From Gnillab: This is how my co-worker wore her hair today.
This story was originally posted on: March 21, 2011
Holy cow guys. For those of you not on facebook/my aim buddy list, I didn't die. I... well, I honestly haven't had anything to complain about in a long time.
I left the old restaurant (THANK GOD) and now work in a group of smaller restaurants in Fantasyland and Tomorrowland. I mostly work at the fantasyland locations, and everything has been going great. The managers are awesome for the most part, most of my coworkers and supervisors and laid back and easy to talk to, and everything's just chill. It's like I get to be the Dude and abide while at work, rather than dealing with all the shenanigan's of the last place.
That being said, there is ONE person that I absolutely DO NOT get along with at this place. We'll call her Bathroom Break, since her given nickname at work is the code for that (also a character from Naruto, but I digress). She's, quite honestly, the meanest, rudest individual I've ever had to work with.
She takes her sweet time doing EVERYTHING, she's only about half a step above rude to the GUESTS... it's unbelievable. I'm honestly surprised a guest hasn't complained about her yet. For instance, every time she's on the registers, I swear she barely talks to anybody, and her voice is clearly annoyed at the fact that she has to deal with people. When she has to run pretzels, it takes her at least twice as long as anyone else to do it. =| Seriously.
The worst, though, is how she treats her coworkers. She has a bad habit of showing up to position only to take a bathroom break as soon as possible afterward (hence the nickname). It's, like, constant breaks with her. She has the bladder of a hamster with an enlarged prostate. One of my good friends who now works here has already told a manager that he just CAN NOT deal with her and to please keep them separated while working, and he's about the nicest guy you'll ever meet. She even was rude to coworkers from another area.
One of our locations is a cart. It's in Fantasyland between two very popular rides, one which involves spinning and the other involving a stuffed animal of sorts. It's situated next to two carts from outdoor foods, who handles all the little carts with popsicles and popcorn and stuff. Ours sells, primarily, pretzels and churros, but we all have the ability to sell anything from any of the three carts on one register, and usually let other people pass or get them items (if we're not busy) as needed.
Not her, though. One lady told me that she REFUSED to let anyone get their own food from her, forcing them to wait for her to get it for them, essentially keeping other guests waiting on her for TWO OTHER LINES.
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On a lighter note, I've seen plenty of fun things happen, such as Alice and the White Rabbit taking kids to ride the tea cups (SO JEALOUS), and having various funny encounters. The best one was the girl who asked me if the tea cups were right behind her (they were).
I told her "No, those are the coffee cups" to which I got, "Oh. Where are the teacups then?" I swear I would have burst out laughing if I hadn't put my head onto the counter as quickly as I could. XD
Well, hopefully spring break/summer will give me more to rant about. But for now, have a magical day everybody!
From Mon Thru Fri
From an RHUer:
We have one cook who simply isn't all there. He's as nice as they come but holy shit, situation cues go right over his head.
He went on break today and he asked ME and only ME to ring up a coney and tots for him which isn't a big deal at all except for the fact that -I- was running orders out. I cannot stop what I'm doing and tend to that especially when there are three other people in the store who can ring him up, none of which are doing anything lol. Look around, dude, I'm BUSY!!!
We had one order for two corn dogs then shortly after another order for a corn dog for a total of three corn dogs. He COULD NOT comprehend that he needed to have a total of three corn dogs and we all had a five minute discussion after both orders went out. It was absolutely maddening. How is this hard? Oh right, IT ISN'T!!!
We just not new stickers that say "no cheese" or "no onion" which is a great step up from what we've had in the past and now he refuses to continue on with his work until someone acknowledges that the burger with the "no cheese" sticker on it really is a burger with no cheese. We can read, dude. We get it.
I hate working with him because he's slow as hell and because of the above. I truly have my own things to do, I can't babysit you too!!
New release this weekend. It's b0rked. Ten million calls holding. And every single one of the employees fucks off to a christmas party, leaving the three contractors who have nearly no access to anything alone. Did I mention ten million calls? And of course every one wants to start by telling me how long they've been on hold, as if I A) cared and 2) had the ability to go back in time and tell them to not waste their time.
Fortunately, most of them are reasonable, and I have the ability to connect to their computers to unfuck them if possible, but there are more bugs than a VW enthusiast show presented by an entomologist's society.
The icing on this cake; we're invited to go to the party at Stiff Stone Cafe once we get off work (three hours after the employees left), and gamble and drink with our own money.
Today as I rushed out to my car only to find it stalling and angrily groaning when I flooded it with gas I should have known tonight was gonna be rough.
It was almost like my car was warning me of the hell to come. I didn't listen to him and made my way merrily to work. As soon as I stepped in the double doors of my store and saw naught a register light on or twinkling I should have stepped back out. But I didn't. I ran to clock in and hopped on our smoke shop.
Within an hour I saw my line grow half the lenght of my store. I tried calling my supervisior. No response. I called the office and begged my shift manager to come help. He slowly trodded up front just to tell me:
"Hey, Sugarveins, everyone called off. You're by yourself tonight. I'll be on self-check out if you need me."
My soul cried and a whimper escaped. I lost track of the hours but the urge to use the restroom was growing and the growling in my stomach was getting louder. Customers were pleasent surprisingly with the occasional words of encouragement to me. It helped me stay positive during the entire mob line.
I put in for a bathroom break at 12:30 as my bladder was now aching. No response. Around 1:45 am I asked the line if it was okay if I could run to the bathroom. I expected groans and anger but they didn't mind as they witness me being the only soul on the registers. I ran in and out in 30 seconds.
My manager shows up 20 minutes later and got booed by a customer when he wouldn't send me to break.
The lines finally died down around 2:45 and I was sent to lunch. So far I survived with many kind customers and lots of patience from them as well.
I love the holidays!
Well, I guess as long as people are unmitigated idiots and/or dickbags, I'll always have a job.