Being here at my second to last day of work makes me ponder what tomorrow could passably bring me. I do in fact have a rather lengthy shift tomorrow that will prove to be as anticlimactic as my last day in Fast Food. The week I left Bakers 3 other people left along with me. My last shift was a slow Thursday that I remember only because I gave someone a ride home. That persons name I have yet to remember for longer than a day. (and as soon as I wrote that 'Jackie' popped into my head)
But the other three that left, man oh man did they shoot out of that grease pit with style! My Managers name was Brianna. She was a disgruntled youth that was dang good at salting fries. Such skills brings a person right to the top in that establishment. So it is to be expected that in her last three hours of her last three years she would be expected to treat a rude costumer civilly. Heh!
Anyone who has ever hated a costumer in their life would have payed fifty bucks to see what Brianna pulled on a man that demanded his order of two dozen burritos be remade because he thought they were cold. He thought because he never even touched them. He demanded because he was a jerk. He threatened because he felt like it gave him some kind of power. A supiriority, to destroy the lives of already unhappy people. Let that be a lesson to you, fast food workers are in a visor and hairnet because they want to be happy.
This 19 year old girl tried to reason with this middle aged man, she then tried to appease him. Blowing everyone out of her way she forced the man to watch her remake his entire order to be sure it was fresh. But he complained and yelled and blah blah blah, "Give me my money back" "I wanna talk to your manager" "I'll make sure you get fired, I swear you'll **** get fired!" Meh, human beings always talk to each other that way when referring to burritos. Briana threw the bags of food on the counter, got right in his face and, well, for lack of a better word, yelled.
She yelled that she couldn't get fired, she yelled that she already had a new job, she yelled that she didn't care one whit about this mans burritos and that he could leave without money and without food. Of coarse three years of pent up language included much more ...um ...detail than all of that but I know that most of us that were lucky enough to have been there still think back and envision her in a red cape and tights. I sigh personally.
What can I do to remember this last historic Wednesday of Lisse'? Will the glory of pink just fizzle out and die? I had considered steeling all the money from the register, but we are no longer accepting cash, I would only be able to steel nickles and dimes. I could tell every woman passing my kiosk that I could do something about that cellulite for a small price. Oh, oh but my personal favorite is sell everything on the kiosk, everything! Every decoration, every box, every fascinating bead and jewel that ever drew a little girl in to us! That would be the best selling day Lisse' has ever seen!!
Whatever it is that I end up doing I am sure it will end up being EPIC...in my head...only to me.
But I swear to you little Billy, I'll get 'er done!
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