As some of you may already know I work at Wendy’s here in Montreal. And as much as I enjoy my job it seems to be the root of most of my headaches. Tonight was no exception.
I try to be a good manager. I am friendly with the crew and try to do my best to keep them happy. But lately I have been feeling a little stepped on. I am one of the only night time managers that seems to inforce the procedures set my those higher then myself and because of this I am not always the most liked in my store. I do what I can but at the end of the night I want my store cleaned to the best of our abilities, even if it means missing the metro at night. (Night buses are available after this) Whereas other managers allow free drinks to the crew (which they often abuse) and leave half ass closes because they all wanted to finish at 12:30 am. With a new General Manager around here he has put a lot of pressure on me to push the crew to follow procedures big and small to ensure the highest quality of service as possible. This is where my trouble started tonight:
My cashier came in without a name tag. Now you might say, its just a name tag. But for a manger who makes 3 to 4 tags a day because people are too laze to remember them, you have to draw the line somewhere. Anyway, I warned *Mr.Cashier* that starting next week all lost name tags would mean a dollar and every forgotten one 25 cents. So from this point on he was miserable.
I had been trying to get my coordinator and my cashier to use the ice scoop, instead of dipping the cup in the ice which causes contamination, for the better part of the night. Now *Mrs.Coordinator* is mouthy and I have caught her on more then one occasion eating our food infront of guest's in line. So when I went on break I took the liberty of watching the camera to make sure no one stole drinks and to make sure everyone kept working. They didnt steal drinks which was a surprise to me but instead didnt work whatsoever. They stood around and yapped. To make matters worse they decided that the use of an ice scoop was of no importance at all and did not use it once. This made me upset but what follows pushed me over the edge. With the ample time that they had to talk and show no effort to work, *Mr.Cashier* covered the camera so I didnt see what went on, then when it was uncovered decided to show me his true feelings when her left me a message saying, "Fuck You" on the camera. When I finally got downstairs I found a makeshift "tip jar" which he had placed by the cash to make a few extra dollars with. I had planned on giving them each their warnings quietly after their shifts but this was the last straw. I blasted them both saying that they both had warnings and with attitudes and work habits like this they wouldnt be there very long. They both tried to argue that they always used the ice scoop and the notes where only a joke but I told them it was final. *Mr.Cahier* then turned away and yelled. "Well (insert name of old GM - who was a coward and a bitch and she made our lives miserable) is back!" refering to me. I turned to him and told him to punch out, that he was to go home and face disciplinary action on his next shift. He said I had to right to kick him out and this turned into a yelling match. Long story short I let him stay but gave him the warning after his shift.
I cant leave these people alone for a minute. They talk and never work. They try and get away with whatever they can. They are rude and disrespectful and I could strangle those little fuckers......
This is my hell.... anyone want to buy some crew, I'll sell them cheap, real cheap.
Amber