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    Has A Hand In Bad Management

    , | FL, USA | Bosses & Owners, Health & Body

    (A coworker has turned the temperature dial in my hot case all the way up to 10, when it’s supposed to be at 4.5. When I reach in to grab the metal tongs to serve a customer, my hand gets burned badly and I end up with blisters on my fingers. I go to a manager to find out where the first aid kit is.)

    Me: “Look at this. I got blisters all over my hand.”

    Manager: “Next time, use your other hand.”

    Trash-Talking Ponies

    , | FL, USA | Bosses & Owners, Coworkers, Movies & TV

    Manager: “[My Name], can you help that customer?”

    Assistant Manager: “[My Name], can you get those wings? Remember, make three kinds from two bags.”

    Me: “Yeah, yeah, I got it.”

    (The oven begins to buzz.)

    Assistant Manager: “[My Name], can you put price tags on these cups of chicken

    salad?”

    Me: “Hang on; I’m trying to do four things at once here.”

    Manager: “[My Name], can you take out the trash?”

    Me: “Make that five things.”

    Assistant Manager: “Heh heh.”

    Me: “Anything else?”

    Assistant Manager: “Yeah, I want a pony. No, wait, make that a unicorn!”

    Me: “Well, [Local University]’s mascot is the Pegasus. I don’t know about unicorns, but maybe they have one of those there.”

    Assistant Manager: “I don’t want a Pegasus; I want a unicorn! No, wait. I want Rainbow Brite’s horse! Ugh… that was one of my favorite cartoons and now I can’t remember its name!”

    Me: “Well, s***, don’t ask me what it is.”

    Manager: “…Starlite?”

    (Our manager is a 39-year-old man.)

    Me: “Ooookay, that’s it. I’m outta here. I’m outta here before I inhale some pixie dust or something.”

    (I grabbed the trash cart and headed out of the department as both managers began cracking up.)

    Great Feats Of Meats

    , | Australia | Bizarre/Silly, Coworkers, Food & Drink

    (I’ve recently started working the opening shift once a week, which involves arriving at six am to organise and fill the shaved meats. By the time backup arrives at eight am, I’ve made everything look perfect. Note that I require a LOT of coffee that early in the morning.)

    Coworker: “Good morning, dear!”

    Me: “Good morning! Look! Did I do a good job?”

    Coworker: “Oh, hey, it looks incredible! Did you colour code the meats?”

    Me: “I may have.”

    (The next week:)

    Coworker: “Good morning!”

    Me: “Hello!” *long pause* “Hey, tell me again how good I did.”

    Coworker: “It looks amazing; they should have you on every morning!”

    Me: “Aw, shucks.”

    (The week after that:)

    Coworker: “Good morning! Don’t worry, I know the drill. Oh, my goodness, the meats look just so good!”

    Newborn Into Service

    , | Australia | Awesome Customers, Awesome Workers, Bosses & Owners, Family & Kids

    (Today I’m working with two female coworkers; I’m also female. During a quiet part of the day, one of our managers comes in with her newborn. None of us have seen her since she went on maternity leave a month ago, so we’re all thrilled to see her and her son. My coworkers are so busy cooing over the child that they don’t notice a customer standing quietly at the counter. I go to serve her.)

    Me: “How can I help you?”

    Customer: “What are they doing over there?”

    Me: “Our manager is here with her newborn. Really, you’re lucky you’re getting served at all!”

    (The customer laughed before wandering over to join the group. She did eventually get her items, when they all resurfaced ten minutes later!)

    Taking Shots At Your Salad

    | USA | Food & Drink

    (I’m at a deli that seems pretty upscale and neat.)

    Me: “Can I have a ham sub with mayo and lettuce on whole wheat? Also, a chicken salad.”

    Worker: “Okay.”

    (The worker processes my order, and puts something on the counter. It looks like some kind of sauce in one of those condiment cups.)

    Worker: “Okay, here is your order. Enjoy!”

    Me: “Okay, I see my sub, but where’s my chicken salad?”

    Worker: “Here it is!”

    Me: “That’s… a salad? It’s in a condiment cup!”

    (The condiment cup is no bigger than a shot glass, so it was really tiny!)

    Worker: “It IS your salad, ma’am. Look, see? The label.”

    (There’s a label underneath the cup, with ‘chicken salad’ printed there.)

    Me: “Um, never mind, then. Two dollars, really?” *walks away*

    (My husband laughed when I told him about my tiny chicken salad. A few years later after that, that place belly-flopped and is now a parking lot.)


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