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Anji thinks I should post more often. So here I am.
Got settled in at my friend's house yesterday. They are nice and let me use the computer. They're at a cook-out, so I'm here alone, messing around and not making a mess (I just reread that and realized how much sense it doesn't make. Oh, well). I'll be here till Saturday, then I'm going up to Mom's.
I got maybe four hours of sleep last night - no special reason, I just couldn't sleep - so was I a real joy today at Dunkin Donuts. I got so many damn orders wrong, it was unbelieveable. I felt like such a tool, because really, it's not what one might call a demanding enviornment. The most complicated things get is when people are picky about how much cream and sugar go in their coffee, and that I totally understand, because I am one of them. ("I'd like a small iced coffee with just two creams and one level sugar, and could you melt that in a little hot coffee for me please, and I'd like it mostly regular with a little french vanilla on top. Thanks!" No, I'm not exaggerating. It's how I order my iced coffee.) I even had one guy whose order I'd still fucked up after spending like three minutes making him say it over and over so I'd get it right who just took off anyway. (Now there's a tortured sentence.) I couldn't blame him, I wouldn't want to deal with me anymore either. I felt like such the fucking airhead, and it stayed that way for about two hours until I was able to take a break and regroup. Although before it all started I did get a guy who complimented me on my good customer service, which I took to mean I was polite and smiled and made sure he was all taken care of. He said, "Don't see that much anymore." Which is sad because it's so true. I mean, I was basically getting complimented on doing my freaking job. It's just not right that a smile is so hard to get these days. It's not like my job sucks any less than, say, McDonald's or your average ice cream bar, so there's no excuse. Everyone's allowed a bad day now and then, obviously, but is it so damn hard to smile? Does it take soooo much effort to get someone's coffee and bagel quickly and and smile and say thank you? Am I some sort of mutant with Polite Service as my special power? Somehow, I doubt this. So, smile, dammit. I think you'll find that if you're nice to the customers, they'll usually be nice to you.
Uh. Didn't mean that to be a rant. I'm done now.
And that's about as exciting as my day has been so far, and likely will continue to be. So, till later.
(Oddly, my current mood is better than this entry makes it seem.)
Got settled in at my friend's house yesterday. They are nice and let me use the computer. They're at a cook-out, so I'm here alone, messing around and not making a mess (I just reread that and realized how much sense it doesn't make. Oh, well). I'll be here till Saturday, then I'm going up to Mom's.
I got maybe four hours of sleep last night - no special reason, I just couldn't sleep - so was I a real joy today at Dunkin Donuts. I got so many damn orders wrong, it was unbelieveable. I felt like such a tool, because really, it's not what one might call a demanding enviornment. The most complicated things get is when people are picky about how much cream and sugar go in their coffee, and that I totally understand, because I am one of them. ("I'd like a small iced coffee with just two creams and one level sugar, and could you melt that in a little hot coffee for me please, and I'd like it mostly regular with a little french vanilla on top. Thanks!" No, I'm not exaggerating. It's how I order my iced coffee.) I even had one guy whose order I'd still fucked up after spending like three minutes making him say it over and over so I'd get it right who just took off anyway. (Now there's a tortured sentence.) I couldn't blame him, I wouldn't want to deal with me anymore either. I felt like such the fucking airhead, and it stayed that way for about two hours until I was able to take a break and regroup. Although before it all started I did get a guy who complimented me on my good customer service, which I took to mean I was polite and smiled and made sure he was all taken care of. He said, "Don't see that much anymore." Which is sad because it's so true. I mean, I was basically getting complimented on doing my freaking job. It's just not right that a smile is so hard to get these days. It's not like my job sucks any less than, say, McDonald's or your average ice cream bar, so there's no excuse. Everyone's allowed a bad day now and then, obviously, but is it so damn hard to smile? Does it take soooo much effort to get someone's coffee and bagel quickly and and smile and say thank you? Am I some sort of mutant with Polite Service as my special power? Somehow, I doubt this. So, smile, dammit. I think you'll find that if you're nice to the customers, they'll usually be nice to you.
Uh. Didn't mean that to be a rant. I'm done now.
And that's about as exciting as my day has been so far, and likely will continue to be. So, till later.
(Oddly, my current mood is better than this entry makes it seem.)
