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    Your Concerns Are Just A Drop In The Ocean

    | MA, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink

    (Employees of this particular chain are upset about certain management decisions and are holding a job action. Shelves are not being restocked, and action at the distribution centers has halted the delivery of fresh produce, meats, and seafood.)

    Customer: *seeing the empty seafood display* “Where is all the seafood?”

    Worker: “In the ocean!”

    A Heated Working Environment

    | South Africa | Bosses & Owners, Food & Drink, Health & Body

    (I am working a busy dinner shift at a steak restaurant. Normally steaks are sold without sauce, and we are encouraged by management to try and sell sauces with steak, obviously increasing the amount diners are spending. I am serving several tables at once, and starting to spin a little. My manager has been breathing down my neck all night about selling sauces. I finally manage to convince two diners to buy a sauce each. After serving the steaks to the couple, I leave their table, momentarily forgetting about the sauces. I am at the grill calling on steaks for another table, when the manager comes pounding towards me.)

    Manager: *in a lowered, but angry voice* “Where the h*** are table 30′s sauces?!”

    Me: “I’m sorry. I forgot for a moment. I will get them immediately.”

    (The sauces are kept in a bain-marie, and are extremely hot. In my rush to pour sauces into small ramekins, using a large metal ladle, I accidentally spill some of the boiling hot sauces on my hand. I’m in shock, and drop the ramekin, spilling sauce on myself and the general working area. The manager, standing on the opposite side of the counter, can see something is wrong, and rushes over.)

    Me: *thinking he is coming to help me* “It’s okay. I’m okay. I’ll just put my hand under some cold water.” *my hand is red and hurting*

    Manager: *glaring at me* “No! It is not okay! Your table is still waiting for their sauces!”

    (He pushes me out of the way, pours the sauces, and slams the ladle down.)

    Me: *stunned silence*

    Manager: *plucking cleaning rag from the pocket of my apron* “Clean this mess up, and get those steaks out you just called on!” *rushes off with sauces, smiling sweetly at customers*

    Unable To Process The Price

    | England, UK | Coworkers, Crazy Requests, Food & Drink

    (We are on our break and the subject of Christmas purchases come up.)

    Me: “I might pick myself up a new food mixer. My old one went up with a bang the other day.”

    Coworker: “Oh, I might have one. We just upgraded.”

    Me: “That’s great! I really didn’t want to spend a whole lot on a new one. Please bring it in with you when you can.”

    (The next day.)

    Coworker: “Here it is!”

    Me: “Err… thanks? How long have you had this?”

    Coworker: “It was a wedding present, so about 40-50 years.”

    Me: “… Okay. So, how much did you want for it?”

    Coworker: “I really wanted $200.”

    Me: “Really!? That’s as much as a new one! Are you sure you wouldn’t take less?”

    Coworker: “No, it’s a fair price. Take it or leave it.”

    (Not surprisingly, I bought the brand new mixer instead. I later heard that my coworker tried to sell it on to several of my other coworkers with the same lack of success.)

    There Is No Spoon

    | Greenbelt, MD, USA | Employees, Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

    (I had just bought chili, and was gathering my utensils to sit down and eat.)

    Me: “Can you refill the spoons, please?”

    Cashier: “We’re out of spoons.”

    Me: “So, how am I supposed to eat my chili?”

    Cashier: *blank stare, then points at manager*

    Manager: “What’s up?”

    Me: “How am I supposed to eat my chili if you don’t have any spoons?”

    Manager: *blank stare*

    Me: “Maybe you shouldn’t sell chili if people can’t eat it.”

    Manager: <blank stare>

    Me: “Never mind. Give me my money back. I don’t want to eat here anymore.”

    The Name Was Not A Piece Of Cake

    | WI, USA | Coworkers, Food & Drink, Language & Words

    (Like many other bakeries, ours takes custom orders by asking for a last name that the customer can pick up by. Also of note, I work only the very early morning shifts, so I see very little of our customer base and take very few orders myself.)

    Customer: “Good morning. Pick up for a cake for [very Polish-sounding last name that starts with a K].”

    Me: “Sure! Just a moment please.”

    (I go to the cooler to check for the cake, but there is only one order, and it is for a [very obviously English last name starting with an H]. I return to the customer.)

    Me: “I’m very sorry sir, but I can’t seem to find the cake. Could it possibly have been listed under any other name?”

    (The customer’s eyes go wide while I speak.)

    Customer: “No, it would only be under [Polish Name].”

    (I decide to check the orders that have been finished and marked as received, and there’s a similar Polish name starting with an A. I take the order by the customer, in case someone in his family had picked it up earlier.)

    Me: “Could it possibly be [Other Polish Name]?”

    Customer: “No, no it has to be [Polish Name].”

    (While I start to speak again, my coworker comes up to see what’s going on, and the customer seems to recognize her. She quickly walks away, but then comes back with the lone cake from the cooler and stops me in mid-sentence.)

    Coworker: “Is the cake for a Harry and Larry?” *looking at the decorations written on the cake*

    Customer: *joking with her* “Well, it’s supposed to be for a Larry and Harry, but I suppose that will do!” *he takes the cake with satisfaction and heads off*

    Me: “…what?”

    Coworker: “Oh, I took his order the other day, and I recognized him. What was the problem?”

    Me: “He asked for an order with a very obviously a Polish name starting with a K that I can’t even pronounce or begin to spell. That is NOT the name written on the order form.”

    Coworker: “Oh… was I anywhere close?”

    Me: “…nowhere near.”


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