It had been a long miserable day. Life just wasn’t going well. My career was heading down fast. My wife’s new job meant that I’d rarely get to see her for the next month. But after a long search, I had finally found my wife an anniversary gift. I had skipped breakfast so when I spotted the Taco Bell in the mall I thought I could get myself a good quick meal.
“One beef burrito please, no onions,” I told the cashier.
The cashier’s manager came up behind him and said “Enter it as a bean burrito.”
“I said beef.” I protested.
The manager looked up at me sharply and then repeated her instructions to the cashier.
Must be a special way of entering the order to overcome some difficulty they were having. Well, okay. So I get my food and go sit down. I got a beef burrito with onions.
Well, no big deal. I go back and say “Excuse me, I wanted a beef burrito with no onions.”
After a terse look from the manager, I get another burrito. This time I get a bean burrito with no onions.
Now, I’m slightly irritated. But hey, I know working at a food service place sucks. I take a deep breath so I’ll be calm and go back up to the counter.
“I want a beef burrito with no onions.”
The manager shoots me an accusing look, “That is not what you ordered!”
I suddenly feel a flash of rage. “I’ve given you the order three times!”
She clearly does no believe me and tries to argue the point.
And then I have this horrible urge. I envision sending a short punch to the irritating woman’s neck. Burying my first two knuckles into her windpipe and killing her. It would be so easy.
I shake my head, it’s just a stupid burrito! Why am I so mad?
It’s because this woman has added irritation to an already bad day. What’s more, she’s insulted my honor and my intelligence by accusing me of lying about what I have been saying for the past fifteen minutes.
I show her my first receipt without further comment. I finally get my burrito.
I never return.
The lady in question has risen as far as she will ever go in the job world. Somehow I doubt she’d make a good programmer who could deal with a fifty page stack of requirements when she can’t handle a burrito order. And I doubt a corporate client would be quite as nice as I was about her failure.
Yeah, the damn job sucks. It might not quite be up there with Christmas season in a toy store, but it’s on the crappy job list. But if you’re going to take the job, you should do the job. My philosophy to an easy work life is to always do a task so that you never have to deal with it again. Fill an order correctly and pleasently and you probably will be done with it the first time. Sure, some customers are going to be jerks. That aspect will not go away as you move up the job ladder. A technology manager on a power trip is a hell of lot worse to deal with than a whiny customer complaining about too much ketchup on the bun. You only have to deal with a fast food customer for about thirty minutes if they eat in. A technology manager who is your client you might be stuck with for years. Worse, you might really need his company’s business so telling him to fuck off isn’t an option, well not one in which you get to keep the house anyway.