I hate my job.
I work at dunkin donuts. I make 7$ an hour plus some tips.
I work about 35 hours a week. (Only because the company refuses to give people more than that to avoid any over time, including the poor Brazilians they have working 60+ hours a week at 2 or 3 different stores to avoid paying them)
Saturdays and Sundays I wake up at 4 AM to work for 5AM. Work till, noon or 1. So I get a 7 or 8 hour day in before most people even have their lunch break. I spend most of the day working head set for drive through, Serving the lowest echelon of humans. People addicted to hot water, and ground up plant beans. Fat people coming in and ordering the most disgusting breakfast "sandwiches".
The eggs are fake. The "sausage" isn’t sausage. And up until recently. The bacon did not need to be refrigerated, at any time...
If I take an order. I have to remember the order. Unlike McDonalds or other fast food places, we don’t have a computer to write down orders. Though this may not seem complicated, when you have to remember 5 or 6 coffees, each ones size, flavor (we have like 11 now) kind of dairy, how much, kind of sweetener, and how many. It gets pretty tough. People don’t listen to a word you say. They place their order, and often times I will repeat it back to them, PERFECT. If anything I improve on their grammar or pronunciation. They then proceed to tell me I’m wrong. And when they pull around to the window. Then comment how we take too long (when them, and ever cocksmoke around them places a 10 item order, on drive through) and proceed to get mad at US because THEY were too stupid to say they wanted an ICED coffee.
I then am told how were ripping them off. and that 1.70$ for a medium coffee is outrageous and they can get a cup twice as large at the gas station for 69cents... well fat ass go to the fucking gas station or are you too over weight ( or stupid) to actually go inside the building and... GASP.... make your own fucking coffee.
After giving them their change. They then sit there, and hold up the line while they put the money away. Take out their phone. Do what ever it is they do.
Occasionally ill go to take an order, and the person on the other end will just ignore me... asshole. I can hear everything you say. I know your talking on the phone. Have some fucking respect. Hang up your phone. Place your order. Preferably in the following order.
Coffee /latte /coolatta
Hot / iced
You can not comprehend the number of times some one will say “medium coffee cream and sugar" mind you while they talk I make the cofee. Then after I say “anything else" they say “oh that’s an iced coffee"
Dragging out your order like, “ya..... Can I get.....? A medium..... Cofee..." ECT does not create the illusion that you actually have any direction with the order, nor does it flatter your intelligence.
On occasion, especially in the morning the line will be backed up and a car may sit at the box for a few minutes. Then when we asked for their order. They say, oh uh uh uh uh.... WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING SITTING THERE!!! Sticking your thumb up your ass or something
Driving up to the speaker box and say “hello" regardless of tone or intent is not appreciated. We know your there, and will get to you as soon as possible.
Now for the "retard parade" as I like to call it. When there is no one coming in, I mean could be 11:55 pm (5 minutes before we close) in a rain storm, on Christmas Eve.... during the apocalypse. One semi-intelligent person will come through with a quick, clear and well organized order. They will immediately be followed by another person, with a sloppy order. This will continue for, 7-10 cars before another break. It’s as if people are SO impressionable they follow the car in front of them.
Finally.... for now, I understand the motivation of ever first and second grade teacher in the United States.
"I need a medium..."
"Can I get a medium...?”
“Get me a medium..."
....ECT ARE NOT acceptable in the English language.
"May I have a..." is the proper manor to ask a question.
This may not seem big but dealing with it everyday just drives me mad.
Well I hope my rant made you feel better about your own jobs.
to any one who is a Dunkin Donuts customer. a pox, upon your house, upon your family.
You know your a drunkard if you...
Think box wine is great; eagerly awaiting box whiskey.
Originally Posted by RSF5
Well yeah, the BATFE is like the Anti Hoppy.
Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman
Bet I can drive faster than you can
Come on Hoss, let's have some fun
Go on shoot me with your radar gun
You look bored and I sure am
Catch me if you can.