It probably sounds dumb and maybe a bit biased considering I've worked as a waitress a lot in the past.
But I honestly cannot stand it when managers practically hand you a cake (handed in by the customers) and expect you to sort out the candles, light them, awkwardly waddle over to the table whilst making sure the candles don't blow out and start singing 'happy birthday.' I personally find it embarrassing and nowhere does it say that this is a task you should have to perform. Not only that, if you don't do it, you get treated like you're not a team player and get bitched at by your managers. If they want to offer this type of service, then maybe they should be the ones embarrassing themselves.
I see it as 'I don't know this person, I'm just here to do a job, I'm not a part of this celebration.' It's just, I don't know man, it doesn't sit right with me.
Does anyone else see this as pointless?
Edit: Thanks for the awards and comments. I'm having a blast reading through them all.
I used to work at a store, run by a woman named Irene. She would buy vintage and high end items, repair them, and then sell them in the store. We didn't have multiple sizes of things and the only bulk items we bought were little trinkets and soaps, sometimes jewelry.
One day, when Irene had gone out to get more supplies, the Dickless couple walked in. The wife, who looked like vegan cat vomit rolled in crystals and hemp, was on the wrong foot the moment she opened her mouth. Jerkina seemed to think we were her slaves, that she was queen of the world, and everything had to be in her size.
Her husband Vernon would grunt and repeat what she said in a more nasally aggressive voice. It was the longest two hours of my life.
We had everything organized by size, and did not have extras in the back. After explaining that to Jerkina for the 100th time, I was about to throw a purse at her head. "This is not my size. Why don't you have my size?"
I told her to maybe look at a larger size rack, because obviously she was not a two (she was a six).
"No, no, no! I am a two. I have always been a two. I was a two when I had my kids. I am a two now."
Vernon repeated the same thing, "No. She is a two. A two. A TWO."
Irene came in while the happy couple was shopping and asked what the problem was (to me) because I had that look. I explained the woman was being picky.
Eventually the woman stormed up again, with a pair of pants, demanding I read her the size.
I told her the size (a 6) and she said, "I am a TWO not a SIX. Why do I fit into these?"
Irene ended up speaking with her. "Those are a six. If you fit into them, then you are not a two."
Jerkina got silent, turned to her husband, and waved the pants around.
Vernon said, "Now, listen here, I don't like the way you guys have been helping my wife. She asks questions and gets attitude. You should use your eyes and actually look at the tag and see if there is a problem. She wants to know the size, tell her the size."
Irene agrees. "Sure. I will take a closer look."
She puts the pants on the counter, pops out her glass eye, and holds it close to the tag. "Still a six."
I start laughing so hard I have to sit down. The couple sputtered, waved their hands around like blind birds, and storm out. They left a huge mess I had to help clean up, but only after I spent twenty minutes laughing about it with Irene and the other cashier Helen.
Irene gave me money to get us all coffee, we closed early, and cleane... keep reading on reddit ➡
I will keep this simple. Your “tips” are a poorly phrased word for your "Bid" for a contractor to complete a service for you. We choose which bids to take and we will not choose to lose money. Each order is a new job for us and we may choose not to do the job you're trying to offer us.
Many moons ago I waitressed at a restaurant near several churches. (This was way before Covid) My first table one day was fresh from church. They were about to pray when I walked up. Seeing this, I stepped back to let them finish. The wife, who I'll call Karen, waves me towards the table. I held up a hand, indicating no thanks. (this happened often, most of the time they just went about their business)
Karen: We were going to pray. Join us
I suppose this is where I should say I don't do the religion thing. I don't mind if they do it around me, but I'm not comfortable joining in.
Me: No, thank you. I'll come back when you're done. (I go to leave)
Karen: It's ok! We won't tell your boss! (She laughs)
Me: Boss? No, I'm just very busy. I'll go refill some drinks and...
Karen interrupts me: There is nothing more important than God
Me: Ok. I'll be back.
Karen: I am asking you to pray with my family. Are you really rejecting this one of a kind offer?
Me (thinking whaat?): Thank you, but I have to politely decline.
Karen's husband (I'll call him Asshole): Excuse me, what did you say?
Me: I am not comfortable doing that so I am declining your offer. That is not to say you cannot do it yourselves. Please, take your time, I'll go refill some drinks and be back. No rush.
Asshole (Loudly): I want the manager. I don't want you waiting on us either!
I said ok and walked away quickly. I found the manager and explained the situation. The manager goes to the table and tells them it is not required for servers to pray with customers and he would not force me to do it. If they wanted another server, they could have one.
Asshole: You're just as bad as she is! All of you here working instead of going to Church like you should be! It's a shame! It's disgusting!
Manager: Sir, which would you rather have? The rest of us sitting beside you in a pew or here, serving you iced tea and chicken fried steak? We can only do one.
Asshole sputters: Well, it's not up to me...
Manager: A new server will be with you momentarily.
Karen: What about her!? (She points to me)
My manager walks away from the table without reply. They get up and huff out. Next Sunday, guess who was right back there again and in my section?
Karen: We asked for you today, because we're going to pray for you while you work.
I ignore the comment and take their drink order. I can hear them praying loudly, something about helping me find my way to Christ. The meal goes fine, no issues b... keep reading on reddit ➡
When I was bussing tables he was sitting outside smoking a cigarette. He complemented my outfit, my cool leggings and my skirt. Then he said my butt looked good in it too. When he said it, I kind of froze and laughed it off. But before he left the bar I took him aside and I very calmly yet firmly said that his behavior was unacceptable and made me feel uncomfortable. He then said, “ohhh I didn’t say that! You must’ve misheard me! I’m sorry you thought that was what I said!” Just pisses me off. It would’ve been better if he had just not cared, but for him to gaslight me makes it so much worse.
Edit: Apparently I have some asshole follower that keeps downvoting every post I make. Fuck that person.
So earlier, the shop has an unexpected customer surge, and our paper bills for change ran out. Then, there is this customer who paid a 1000-peso bill for a 600-peso item. Since we ran oht of paper bills, I asked him if he has a smaller bill. He sneered and said the customer should not adjust the problem of the cashier. So I once again asked if he has a 100-peso bill so I'll give him 500-peso bill. He got furious and screamed at me, saying he would like to speak to the manager.
Well, I'm the manager. :))) But he refused to believe that, saying I'm too young to be one. I'm 24, but I look much younger than my actual age because of, well, my Asian genes. Even after my employees confirm I'm the manager, he's still really doubtful. He even claimed the HR probably made a huge mistake of hiring me.
I'm really offended at his remark, but I maintained my calm demeanor while silently planning for my petty revenge.
I went under the cashier and grabbed a bag which contains packs of coins, with each pack containing 100 1-peso coin. I grabbed four packs and gave it to him. He was so horrified because that shit is heavy. He began verbally assaulting me, until the customers behind him got furious and asked him to leave already.
He's still throwing a fit while the customer after him and I laugh at his meltdown.
Working as a store manager is not the best job ever, but petty revenge such as this gives me a short-term entertainment.
This happened a couple of years ago, but is by far the biggest fuck-up I've ever committed.
I was working in a cinema at the time and Avengers: Endgame was out. I was working the day shift in the week so it was relatively quiet. A woman came out of her Avengers screening complaining about the sound balance. I went to check in the screen and the movie sounded normal. So I went to check the sound level on the speakers and they were all set to the normal levels.
I came back and explained to the woman that all of our levels were normal. She insisted that they weren't. Now, I'm somewhat of a movie buff and have noticed a trend in recent years of action films having really poor sound mixing. The dialogue is usually too quiet and the action too loud. I don't know where this trend came from, but everyone seemed to finally realise when Tenet came out and they couldn't hear a damn thing anyone was saying.
So, I said to her that that's just how Endgame sounds. That for whatever reason, the sound mixers made the dialogue too quiet and that I find it to be a really annoying stylistic choice in modern filmmaking.
The look of rage that engulfed her face cannot be described. I don't think I've ever seen someone go from 0-100 on the anger meter that fast.
"I AM THE SOUND MIXER!" she said. Turns out she worked at Pinewood Studios and was the person responsible for what I had just described as bad sound design to her face.
She went on a whole tirade about how she knows more than me as I just had to stand there and take it. I still stand by my belief that the sound mixing in Endgame was not good, but I never thought I'd end up saying that to the person responsible for it.
TL;DR Was working at a cinema and a customer complained about Endgame being too quiet. I told her the sound mix was bad, turns out she was one of the sound mixers for the movie.
EDIT: I am talking about Pinewood Studios in London, England, not the one in Atlanta, Georgia.
EDIT 2: There's no need to call her a bitch, guys, I've had far more hostile customers, believe me. Maybe she was just having a bad day. I'm sure she's a nice person.
EDIT 3: Please stop suggesting that I should have taken her to personally inspect the equipment. I would have been fired for breaking a myriad of rules. It was a no-win situation.
EDIT 4: The cinema in question wasn't far from several major production studios and several high-profile location sites for big Hollywood movies. So the odds of me serving someone who wo... keep reading on reddit ➡
Holy Crap, is anyone else absolutely appalled by Questrade's customer service?? Yesterday, I was disconnected twice by their chat service. The first time, I was 204th in line and made it to 60 before having my chat disconnected. That process took over an hour and a bit. I restarted the chat, giving QT the benefit of the doubt, because I'm not a total asshole. I restart the chat at "99+" place in line. Pretty weird to not show the actual number. Anyone wanna guess what happened next?
At exactly 60th again, I am disconnected. I'm not one to be entitled against customer service reps, but this is straight dogwater. All I want to do is execute a simple trade for an overseas market. I actually don't get why I need to go through support at all.
This morning, I decided to call them, as I figured out you manually have to talk to someone to execute an overseas trade. As I'm writing this, I have been on hold for 1 hour, 50 minutes, and 43 seconds. I've heard of other users having bad customer service experiences, and holy crap they are right. I'm gonna change the topic of this call from investing more of my money to how to switch brokers. I believe that TD has way more responsive CS. If anyone knows of a good broker with easy access to overseas markets, please comment below.
I totally understand that this is a first world problem, but Questrade, stop marketing as if you are making peoples lives easier. This issue would've been resolved on a different platform a long time ago. Absolute dogwater service. Don't trade with these buffoons that spend more money on marketing. Plus, the app fricken sucks and logs you out after 2 mins away. Make a better customer experience.
I don't care if Questrade contacts me here and asks me to take it down. I won't. Make a better product instead of silencing dissent.
They asked me to please Hold. 💎🤲