Why do I like this job, again?

[melayneseahawk]

Starbucks Twenty Questions
Me: Hey, good morning. What can I get for you today.
Moron (aka Customer): Ah, that light thing?
Me: Frappacino?
Moron: ...
Me: Cold drink? Blended...
Moron: No, hot. Hot?
Me: Skinny latte?
Moron: Yes.
Me: Flavor?
Moron: ...
Me: Vanilla? Hazelnut? Cinnamon Dolce? Gingerbread? Mocha?
Moron: Yes.
Me: ...
Moron: Vanilla.
Me: Size?
Moron: Grande.
Me: Anything else for you today?
Moron: Yes.
Me: ...
Moron: Sandwich.
Me: Which kind?
Moron: ...
Me: *points at case*
Moron: Oh...Sausage.
Me: *mental headdesk*

I'm still covering shifts this week, and today I was covering about half of an opening shift (I can't be there at 5a because I walk to work). So, Dad dropped me off at work, I had a quick breakfast and clocked in at 7a. Then my assistant manager decided that there'd been too many manhours scheduled that week, and starts sending people home.

So I got up at 6a to work two and a half hours today. Not pleased. Not pleased at all.

And since I had an appointment a few hours later, I just went down to Silver Spring rather than home. And the wireless keeps going out on me.

And then C cancelled on me (we were supposed to go hunting for the illusive Bra That Fits), so I'm not having the best day.

Comments

[velvetcherri.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure if I've told you this story - when I worked at the bookstore a lady once came up to me and said she was looking for a book for her father, for Father's Day. She wanted to know where the Non-Fiction section was.

Insert *headdesk* It took a lot to not twirl around while pointing at most of the bloody store :p We eventually narrowed it down - but honestly!

I'm sorry you're having a bad day >_

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

She was probably assuming the bookstore was like a library in structure. Still, *facepalm*

Eh, I'll be alright. I've got therapy in an hour, and then the 'rents are possibly going to pick me up. And it's not like I actually wanted to go bra shopping, I just need to.