Working Girl Part Dos
Today was the longest day ever.
My shift at work felt forever long. There was very little to do and the time went so slow the planet started to reverse.
There were also a number of firsts:
-I had my first crazy long line of custumers that I had to handle all by myself.
-I managed to get chocolate on the back of my shirt. (How? How?!)
-I had my first rude custumer. Here's the story behind that one:
It was a part of one of my long lines of people. It was partially my fault as I screwed up a guy's order. I made the mocha hot instead of on ice. He was okay with the situation, actually apologizing that I had to remake his drink. I assured him it was no trouble. And I didn't think the lady behind him would mind too much as she was talk-talk-talking on her cell phone. Either way, I apologized in her direction for the delay. I set aside man number one's hot mocha as it was now useless.
Midway through remaking the man's drink I heard the woman say "You know what? I don't care. Goodbye!" She slams her cell phone shut. I silently think okaaaaaay.
I brought the first man his drink. I went back to the woman and say "Thanks for waiting. What can I get you?"
"Small coffee." She spoke in a clipped tone.
As I rung it up I ask "Would you like anything with that?"
Mean Woman explodes. "I just want my coffee! I just want my coffee! Is that so difficult?!"
Okaaaay. That's about when I realized I'd entered crazy town. I told her the amount due, exchanged a look with the guy in line behind her (also a B&N employee) and immediately got her coffee for fear that she'd slap me if I waited for her to give me the money first.
As soon as the coffee was on the table she was gone. Zoom. A trail of smoke and flames in her wake. The exact amount left on the counter.
I exchanged pleasantries with the other B&N employee and convinced myself that the woman was not worth getting in a bad mood over. I sipped man number one's discarded hot mocha. Might I say, I make an awesome mocha. And I began to feel amused by the mean woman's behavior.
-I also had my first weird custumer.
After ordering a large coffee. The man asked the girl I was working with (Courtney)and I to pick between two statements. I chose "I could not sleep." Weird Man began reciting a rather long poem about love and bumper stickers. Courtney seemed scared. I was trying not to laugh. People like Weird Man are why I wanted a job that involved people. (I have to admit, Mean Woman is also an interesting character)
When Weird Man finished, I clapped and he went off on his merry way.
I also had a good conversation with a man from Ohio.
I liked working with Courtney. There were a few times that we made each other laugh. She's a little more into alcohol and drugs than I would typically like in a friend, but I wouldn't mind having more shifts with her.
Don't get me wrong. I also like my manager, but he's "the man." And now matter how laid-back and cool "the man" seems, he is still "the man."
Tips: 20 cents.
So, that was my day. Plans for tomorrow include class, reading at least 100 pages of one book and getting a new student ID as my old one is still MIA.
My shift at work felt forever long. There was very little to do and the time went so slow the planet started to reverse.
There were also a number of firsts:
-I had my first crazy long line of custumers that I had to handle all by myself.
-I managed to get chocolate on the back of my shirt. (How? How?!)
-I had my first rude custumer. Here's the story behind that one:
It was a part of one of my long lines of people. It was partially my fault as I screwed up a guy's order. I made the mocha hot instead of on ice. He was okay with the situation, actually apologizing that I had to remake his drink. I assured him it was no trouble. And I didn't think the lady behind him would mind too much as she was talk-talk-talking on her cell phone. Either way, I apologized in her direction for the delay. I set aside man number one's hot mocha as it was now useless.
Midway through remaking the man's drink I heard the woman say "You know what? I don't care. Goodbye!" She slams her cell phone shut. I silently think okaaaaaay.
I brought the first man his drink. I went back to the woman and say "Thanks for waiting. What can I get you?"
"Small coffee." She spoke in a clipped tone.
As I rung it up I ask "Would you like anything with that?"
Mean Woman explodes. "I just want my coffee! I just want my coffee! Is that so difficult?!"
Okaaaay. That's about when I realized I'd entered crazy town. I told her the amount due, exchanged a look with the guy in line behind her (also a B&N employee) and immediately got her coffee for fear that she'd slap me if I waited for her to give me the money first.
As soon as the coffee was on the table she was gone. Zoom. A trail of smoke and flames in her wake. The exact amount left on the counter.
I exchanged pleasantries with the other B&N employee and convinced myself that the woman was not worth getting in a bad mood over. I sipped man number one's discarded hot mocha. Might I say, I make an awesome mocha. And I began to feel amused by the mean woman's behavior.
-I also had my first weird custumer.
After ordering a large coffee. The man asked the girl I was working with (Courtney)and I to pick between two statements. I chose "I could not sleep." Weird Man began reciting a rather long poem about love and bumper stickers. Courtney seemed scared. I was trying not to laugh. People like Weird Man are why I wanted a job that involved people. (I have to admit, Mean Woman is also an interesting character)
When Weird Man finished, I clapped and he went off on his merry way.
I also had a good conversation with a man from Ohio.
I liked working with Courtney. There were a few times that we made each other laugh. She's a little more into alcohol and drugs than I would typically like in a friend, but I wouldn't mind having more shifts with her.
Don't get me wrong. I also like my manager, but he's "the man." And now matter how laid-back and cool "the man" seems, he is still "the man."
Tips: 20 cents.
So, that was my day. Plans for tomorrow include class, reading at least 100 pages of one book and getting a new student ID as my old one is still MIA.
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