I apologize for the length of this. I’m a bit pissed right now.
Sunday night I came into my shift, the place was chaos. Nothing had been done, they’d been busy since lunch, and by the time 5 pm came around, almost everyone was off, and the hell would be left to the closers. I had a headache. I felt like crap. I really didn’t want to be there. So I clock on, see that drive thru has a park out. The kid working the window was a little confused. I asked what he was waiting on, there was a hold on quarter meat. The car parked needed 2 of the big and tastey things. He started to get it together, goes to take it out, it turned out to be the food for another park. He apologized to the first hold, came back inside. Went back outside for some reason, the guy was getting tired of waiting. He asked to see the manager.
So Joey comes in to tell me that he wanted to speak to me, I go to go outside. By this point, the guy’s getting out of his car. He meets me in the hallway. “Are you the manager?” “Yes Sir, what can I help you with?” “Let’s Go! Inside, now!” He claims Joey yelled at him, and threw his drink at the guy. (Joey’s version:he told the guy it’d be another minute, and kinda shoved his hand outwards with the drink.) He refused to put up with this kind of service. I don’t know what he expected me to do, but I wasn’t going to yell at Joey right there anyways, even if he had been in the wrong. It’s one of those things where you take them aside later. So meanwhile, this guy’s screaming in my face, I have a dining room full of people watching him scream at me, and there’s nothing I can do to yell back. I’d lose my job. I have to smile. I was so close to bursting into tears on him, with the way I felt beforehand, on top of his crap, I just couldn’t deal. So the assistant manager was in the office, he heard the yelling and came up. The guy wanted his money back, I went to the a refund, and couldn’t, so I was going to just give him his money and be done with it. My keys were in my car, so I couldn’t open the drawer. I asked Gualter for his, they were in the office. “Doesn’t anybody in this goddamn store have keys?” I ran to the office, got Gualter’s keys, and gave him his money. “I want names. Your name, his name, the owner’s name, that kid’s name, everything. And phone numbers. The goddamn cooperation is gonna hear from me on this.” I still had a shift to run, so I asked Gualter to get the information for him. And I was seriously trying not to cry. I could’ve dealt that he was pissed, but he had to go screaming in my face, like that would accomplish anything.
So he finally left, I went into the freezer to get fries, and let loose. So of course when I came out my face was al lred, because I’d been crying. Gualter kept telling me not to worry about it, he was just an asshole. It wasn’t even him. It was the stress level, combined with my mood alreadyh, caused me to be an emotional wreck.
I just checked voicemail, he called me in. According to the report, it appeared as though I didn’t care. And neither did Gualter. Or Joey. He didn’t mention that he was up in the face of a 19 year old girl…I was a tad intimidated by this old guy. (Okay, not old, but 40ish.) And nobody wanted to take responsibility for running the place. His exact words to me…“Are you in charge of this store?” No, I’m not in charge. I’m a swing manager. If you want the store manager, she’s in charge. I just run the shifts. He asked Gualter if it was his store…nope, that would be Janet, she’s not working today. So it wasn’t that we didn’t want to take responsibility…it was that it wasn’t our responsibility to take. And when he spoke to the corporation, the rep said she would pass the complaint along to the supervisor. “Is that all you’re going to do??” I don’t know what he wants out of us. But I don’t think he’ll rest until he has my job title stripped away. Fine, that’s what you want? Just remember, once I’m not a manager, I can tell your sorry ass off. I don’t have to be polite and courteous while you shove your bullshit at me. Yeah, then we’ll see what’s up. So we have a manager’s meeting tomorrow, I get to tell Janet my side, and according to how far he goes with his bitching, I may have to go before the corporation. And if I lose my job because of this? Yep. Mr. X of Y WILL be getting a phone call from me. And it won’t be pretty.
{Note: edited to remove RL name. I will also edit the following posts for the same reason. Lynn}
[Edited by Lynn Bodoni on 04-12-2001 at 11:43 AM]