I hate my job.

[Libby]

The BK Slave here... I hate entitlement people. I have to ask you..


If there is a sign on the menu in bright white and blue letters that says "WE CANNOT ACCEPT ANY MOOLA OVER $50" and you only had a $100 dollar bill, would you not say, "Oh, I am sorry poor underpaid burger girl, I can't get it, I don't have the money," and drive off my timer....? Or would you do the following after ordering 10 whoppers--
-roll up to the window and try to give me the 100 dollar bill
-get pissy when I tell you I can't take it and point to the sign on the window and mention it's on all the doors and menus and windows
-send one of your droogs in your car to get it cashed across the street at Skyline (You could have left mine line and I would have been happy, trust me..it takes less time for me to delete your food off my register then for you to get "change."),
-hold up my line for 15 minutes (with five people behind you)
- LIGHT UP A JOINT (which I'm not sure if I'm allowed to metion around here...DRUGS ARE BAD KIDS!) and send your poor burger girl into a hideous coughing fit where she is STILL trying to find the bottom half of her left lung
-fuss when we ask you to pull forward becase we didn't have all 10 of your damn whoppers done because 1) we didn't think you could pay and 2)you wanted them "fresh off the broiler" which = 5 minutes at least.

You are an ********.

Disclaimer - I don't hate people who do certain things I don't think I can mention in this forum, but please, keep in mind that alot of people don't like it, and although your car is your own private space, the air between it and my window is not, and I very sensitive/allergic to it.

Today just SUCKED.

Edit- To read a bit better then I wrote. I'm still upset over the bad night.
Please hug a burger joint worker today...we are people too.

[Zieg Rauros]

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You really deserve a hug after that one... can I give you one?

I hate stupid people. My mom has had many annoying jobs, including calling people who haven't paid credit card bills in years, imagine those idiots.

[Funk]

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Yeah, fast food sucks because there are more items on the menu than brain cells in most of the customers. Something has to give under those circumstances, and that's employee morale and/or sanity.

[Libby]

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You really deserve a hug after that one... can I give you one?

I hate stupid people. My mom has had many annoying jobs, including calling people who haven't paid credit card bills in years, imagine those idiots.

And yes, hugs and sexings are always apprechiated by the Libby.
Been there too. Actually I was customer service for sprint.

Talk about stupid people.

[Goufunaki]

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Aww, don't feel too bad, libra.
Just know you're better than people like that.


I worked cashier for one summer at a waterpark. I've met a lot of dumb people. There was one woman who felt the need to complain to me about the price of admission to the park being too expensive. Locker rentals were $5, but you got $3 back once you returned the key to it, so basically $2 for the entire day. She then went off on me again on how THAT was too high (and then proceeded to give me the money anyway, still complaining).

Now, when you go to a waterpark, hell, even a pool in someone's backyard, wouldn't you bring a towel with you? This lady didn't. She asked me if we provided towels, and I simply explained that we didn't. She gets ****** off again, and complained how we should provide towels because this other waterpark she went to provided them. She gets upset and asks how she's supposed to get dry, and I pointed out if she needed a towel so badly the shop in the park sold some. She complains even more thinking we're just trying to suck all the money out of her pocket. Now if she had any common sense, she would have packed a towel, or even just walk around the park to get dry, it was so hot. Even better would be if she never came at all.

After the summer ended, I was glad the work was over, although I honestly wish I could go back and smack a few people around. I was making about $7 an hour (basically minimum wage here in Cali), and that's just not worth it to deal with morons all day.

But now when I go get fast food, or even go to a busy place, I don't get upset at the cashiers because I know they will possibly go through hell just to make a living.


*edit*
Oh, and when I was working with the innertubes, that spot would also have life jackets. Does anyone have any idea how fun it is to put one on a child who is screaming at the top of their lungs directly into my ear? And it was the parks fault for not having enough life jackets to hand out, because we constantly ran out of them. Then I get yelled at by people when they see we have none. Or the only ones left are waaaaay too big for the kids to wear, but parents are stupid. If a really young kid wears a jacket thats too big and are in the water, the jacket will float, but the kid's weight will keep them pretty much under water. Some people just couldn't think.

[SkylureX]

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Poor you. I feel your pain.

Luckily for me, I got fired from Burger King when I was 14 and never had to go back!

[Ryner]

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"No, that's not right, the total should be a dollar."

"Actually ma'am, it's a $1.25."

"I'm pretty sure it's a dollar."

"No, see. These two bags of cookies are 50 cents each. This bag of chips is a quarter, that's $1.25."

"Ohhh, the cookies are 50 cents each! I thought they were 2 for a dollar."

[goldgecko4]

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Easily one of the worst jobs with terrible customers has to be my store. You would think that working at a video game store would be pretty boss (cool people to talk about games with, maybe the occassional overzealous nerd), but not mine. It's in a very... urban neighborhood, so we get a very.... select clientele. Here's one of my favorites.

Anyone who's traded in games before KNOWS that they're not gonna get what they paid for them.. maybe not even half. But that's how the process works, and most people understand that. One woman (don't ask me her name, but she did have the saggiest boobs ever, with bear paws "sexily" tatooed on each breast, so let's call her Saggy) did not realize this. She marches up to me with her troll of a son and elephant of a husband in tow and throws the games on the counter wanting to know what I can give her for them. I proceed to ask her for a phone number and state ID so I can set up an account, and she blows up about that, but for the sake of brevity, I'll leave that part out.

Proceed to scan the games, tell her how much she was going to get for these games (Madden 2003 and some other terrible sports title)

Me: Alright, you'll have $7.00 to work with today.

Saggy: WHAT?! I paid $50 a piece for these and you're trying to scam me and MY SON and give us 7 ****ing dollars?!

Me: All of our prices are dictated by our corporate offices. I really have no say in the matter.

Saggy: (Various rants and swears)

Me: (Hands back her games) Sorry we couldn't help you out today. Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you.

Saggy: (Continues tirade)

At this point my mangager (Note: the thing about my manager and I is that we started at the EXACT same time, him as the Store Driector and myself as the Assistant. I have the authority to decide who gets a refund ((This will come in handy later))and the like, and we respect one another enough to let us each handle our customers the way we see fit... usually) comes out of the office, not to calm her down, but to try to tell her how our trade policy works (after she had already refused the trade, effectively making things WORSE)

Saggy: (after arguing some more with my mangager) FINE. We'll buy these (hands me 2 games), but I want them both half off because you tried to screw MY SON out of his money.

Me: We can't do that miss, our prices are all set by corporate.

Saggy: (Repeat ranting ad nauseum) FINE. I'll just buy this one and leave.

Ring her up, send her on her way.

Maybe five minutes pass...

Saggy: **** it, I want my money back.

Me: (exausted at this point) I can't do that miss, all of our used sales are final, barring a defective item.

Now this is where it gets hinky. After all this, her husband (who was over at the attatched video store) comes over to get the butterball family back into the truck. Saggy proceeds to tell her husband the story finishing up with "AND THESE LITTLE *GEEKS* WON'T GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK"
At this point I was prepared to ask them to leave, but my manager (very confrontational sort) has to fire back: "Oh, name calling, that's REALLY mature".

*boom*

Saggy goes off, making several threats both physical and verbal in nature. I walk over to the phone to call an officer to escort her out of here (I was NOT getting in that crossfire) when I hear:

Mr. Saggy: She'll call YOU whatever the **** she wants!

*boom* *boom*

At this point both me and my manager drop everything, we have had it. We point at them and say as loud as we can without screaming.

"Leave. Now."

Something in our voices (maybe it was the fact that we both said the same thing EXACTLY in unison) must have put the fear of god into the Saggys, because they leave, right then and there, go next door check out their movies, reiterate the WHOLE story to the poor high school girl working behind the counter, get the Customer Care number, and leave as soon as they had come. Never saw or heard from them again.

[Jamos' Old Account]

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God, I need to find a job so I can complain too. From what I hear from my sister (she works at McDonalds) there are a bunch of assholes out there. Some **** actually had the nerve to yell at my sister over some food she didn't get.... because she never ordered it!!!

[Riotsword]

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I also feel your pain, Libby. It seems we both need to follow in the footsteps of Mr. Big Rick Cook and get the hell out of Ohio, and to a place with less freakin' morons.

That was a great story, goldgecko4. I love it when I hear of the poor worker finally getting fed up and taking it to the douchebag customer.

[DK]

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I hate indian customers at the theatre. They (and everyone else) are soooo stupid, but it's that piercing Indian accent that kills me.


"I would like a chicken quesadilla, please." (Yes, we serve goddamn quesadillas)

"I'm sorry but the oven is broken, we can't make them."

"The oven has been broken for two months, now!"

".....yes....yes, it has."

[ErikaFuzzbottom]

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"No, that's not right, the total should be a dollar."

"Actually ma'am, it's a $1.25."

"I'm pretty sure it's a dollar."

"No, see. These two bags of cookies are 50 cents each. This bag of chips is a quarter, that's $1.25."

"Ohhh, the cookies are 50 cents each! I thought they were 2 for a dollar."

Based on a real conversation?

Kinda reminds me of the whole Quarter Pounder vs Whopper dealie.

Saggy: (Repeat ranting ad nauseum) FINE. I'll just buy this one and leave.

Ring her up, send her on her way.

Maybe five minutes pass...

Saggy: **** it, I want my money back.

What game did she buy? (Awesome ending to the story, though.)

[Riotsword]

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I forgot to put it in my earlier post, but SomethingAwful did a little thing like this in their Comedy Goldmine segment.

[highwind]

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You should stop working at Burger King.

[Kefka Jr.]

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I'm finally learning what it means to be a slacker. I'm working at a paper (right now), and I write up opinions that people call in. It's a terrible system. It's just like leaving messages on an answering machine, so it fills up quickly, so I'm still listening to messages that would have been relevant a month ago. And really, all people ever do is *****. I get sick of it. Luckily, I work in an office setting where people don't really pay attention to what I do.

"Yes, I have a question for the staff at your paper. You ask for reader's opinions, and three months ago I called in about Federline Avenue, the sidewalks are a disgrace, chewing gum and grease, whatever. And three months back, I also called in another opinion to have printed, and nothing is printed. Why are you asking for people's opnions when you don't print them--"

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