Have I mentioned that I hate my job? If not let me inform you, I hate my job, with a passion I might add. Let me share with you the many reasons for my hatred.
1) I have to deal with the same loud obnoxious teenagers every single day. Yes, I am the same age as some of them, a little older than some of the others, but I do not act that way. Ever. I have some sense, and sure I act a little strange when I'm with my friends but I don't act like my parents never taught me any manners. I know how to behave in public, and these kids embarrass their parents with their behavior.
2) These same annoying teenagers can not clean up after themselves, and usually I am the one who is forced to clean their mess. Yes, I do work there, but that does not mean you leave your trash and food laying on the table for someone else to pick up. Do you act that way at home? I'm quite sure you do. On that note, they also share one drink and the food. That wouldn't be a problem except it's six kids drinking from the same cup and eating the same hot 'n spicy. So now their trash and food is on the table along with a disgusting cup with the contents dripping onto the floor. Thanks so much.
3) Not only do I have to deal with kids with no sense, I have to deal with idiots without common sense. Lesson learned here; stay in school. First people will come in and try to order a double whopper, haha funny, right? It would be if they weren't serious. Or they will try to order something which we have in run out of, then not even two minutes later they ask for it again later in their order. What part of "I'm sorry sir, we ran out" do you not comprehend? When I work in the drive-thru I get people who will ask for just a minute to decide, thats fine, but then when they start to order and lets say they want a combo. I ask what they want to drink and they take another five minutes to answer. You just spent fifteen minutes deciding what you want to eat and you still don't know. Now thanks to you, my line has grown to six cars which I could've dealt with in the time it took you to "think" about what you wanted. Please, if you are going to take forever in the drive- thru go inside where you can take your time and not hold up the rest of the line.
4) On top of idiots, I have to deal with people who give me attitude. Yes, I understand that I work at a fast food restaraunt, however I am sixteen and this is my first job. I do not need you to talk to me like I'm slow just because you aren't stuck working at the low end of the job spectrum. And then because I am doing my job you are going to tell me that it is stupid or doesn't make sense. I'm sorry, do you work here? No, I am doing what I told by manager and the owner, if I am told to charge 11 cents for ranch I'm going to and you can just get over yourself and pay for it and leave. If you hadn't been so nasty about it I might have given it to you. I do not need your attitude, my job sucks enough as it is. You are the one who decided to come to a fast food restaraunt, maybe you should have cooked at home or gone somewhere else. Thanks bye.
5) Perverts.
I don't feel there should be more to say to that but let me share a story with you in case you're thinking oh thats not a big deal. This guy comes through the drive- thru, orders an ice-cream cone. I hand it to him and he asks me to lick it for him. Ignoring him, I give him his ice-cream and he starts to lick making faces and everything. It was disturbing, I honestly wanted to cry. It is bad enough that 30 year old people can't tell how old I am and ask me for my number, I now have this guy making sex faces at me. Thank you so much sir for scarring my brain.
6) Some of my managers are just plain awful. I have one manager who keeps asking me if I'm pregnant, and I'll be honest I am sensitive about my weight and for him to constantly bring it up is a constant hit to my already low self- esteem. Then I have another manager who expects me to do everything. "Clean this, refill this, bag orders, take orders." He yells at me to do all of this, at the same time, while he stands there and does nothing. If he would stop being so lazy and help out maybe we could finish faster. And while I am good at my job, I can not do everything at once. I can not take orders, bag food for my front counter partners, bag food for the drive-thru, sweep and mop the front, and help all the customers who need ice because the machine is broken.
7) Items are constantly broken. Frappe machine, ice machine, the oven, orange juice dispenser, ice-cream machine. Everything is so old and outdated that it can't stay working.
Again, I hate my job.
1) I have to deal with the same loud obnoxious teenagers every single day. Yes, I am the same age as some of them, a little older than some of the others, but I do not act that way. Ever. I have some sense, and sure I act a little strange when I'm with my friends but I don't act like my parents never taught me any manners. I know how to behave in public, and these kids embarrass their parents with their behavior.
2) These same annoying teenagers can not clean up after themselves, and usually I am the one who is forced to clean their mess. Yes, I do work there, but that does not mean you leave your trash and food laying on the table for someone else to pick up. Do you act that way at home? I'm quite sure you do. On that note, they also share one drink and the food. That wouldn't be a problem except it's six kids drinking from the same cup and eating the same hot 'n spicy. So now their trash and food is on the table along with a disgusting cup with the contents dripping onto the floor. Thanks so much.
3) Not only do I have to deal with kids with no sense, I have to deal with idiots without common sense. Lesson learned here; stay in school. First people will come in and try to order a double whopper, haha funny, right? It would be if they weren't serious. Or they will try to order something which we have in run out of, then not even two minutes later they ask for it again later in their order. What part of "I'm sorry sir, we ran out" do you not comprehend? When I work in the drive-thru I get people who will ask for just a minute to decide, thats fine, but then when they start to order and lets say they want a combo. I ask what they want to drink and they take another five minutes to answer. You just spent fifteen minutes deciding what you want to eat and you still don't know. Now thanks to you, my line has grown to six cars which I could've dealt with in the time it took you to "think" about what you wanted. Please, if you are going to take forever in the drive- thru go inside where you can take your time and not hold up the rest of the line.
4) On top of idiots, I have to deal with people who give me attitude. Yes, I understand that I work at a fast food restaraunt, however I am sixteen and this is my first job. I do not need you to talk to me like I'm slow just because you aren't stuck working at the low end of the job spectrum. And then because I am doing my job you are going to tell me that it is stupid or doesn't make sense. I'm sorry, do you work here? No, I am doing what I told by manager and the owner, if I am told to charge 11 cents for ranch I'm going to and you can just get over yourself and pay for it and leave. If you hadn't been so nasty about it I might have given it to you. I do not need your attitude, my job sucks enough as it is. You are the one who decided to come to a fast food restaraunt, maybe you should have cooked at home or gone somewhere else. Thanks bye.
5) Perverts.
I don't feel there should be more to say to that but let me share a story with you in case you're thinking oh thats not a big deal. This guy comes through the drive- thru, orders an ice-cream cone. I hand it to him and he asks me to lick it for him. Ignoring him, I give him his ice-cream and he starts to lick making faces and everything. It was disturbing, I honestly wanted to cry. It is bad enough that 30 year old people can't tell how old I am and ask me for my number, I now have this guy making sex faces at me. Thank you so much sir for scarring my brain.
6) Some of my managers are just plain awful. I have one manager who keeps asking me if I'm pregnant, and I'll be honest I am sensitive about my weight and for him to constantly bring it up is a constant hit to my already low self- esteem. Then I have another manager who expects me to do everything. "Clean this, refill this, bag orders, take orders." He yells at me to do all of this, at the same time, while he stands there and does nothing. If he would stop being so lazy and help out maybe we could finish faster. And while I am good at my job, I can not do everything at once. I can not take orders, bag food for my front counter partners, bag food for the drive-thru, sweep and mop the front, and help all the customers who need ice because the machine is broken.
7) Items are constantly broken. Frappe machine, ice machine, the oven, orange juice dispenser, ice-cream machine. Everything is so old and outdated that it can't stay working.
Again, I hate my job.
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