Fortunately for me, the Chick-fil-A I work at is a drive-through only, so, come closing time we just put a rope across the lane and start cleaning up. (AFAIK, the rope only been driven through once). We also have the advantage of being able to make fun of our customers when they're ordering, since they can't hear us. (No, we don't sell hamburgers. Please don't ask, it wasn't funny the first time.) On the other hand, LummoxJR works at an actual store, which means he he can't kick his customers out at will, and he has to wait to make fun of them on his blog.
He also restates his case for his mall's weekend curfew policy, which I disagreed with earlier. I still hate the idea, but I completely understand why they implemented it. I've never lived in an urban environment nor had to deal with gang problems (although I've read a great novel about them), so I am probably a bit naïve about such things. If you've got hordes of teenaged thugs wandering about the mall, by all means, you have to get rid of them, and there's really not another policy that's effective. You can't get rid of the bad without getting rid of the good too.
And there's also the epic tale of his former coworker Adel, which I found quite amusing. His experience reminded me of one of my current coworkers, a youngish teenage girl who I count myself blessed to never have to work with (She leaves at 4:30, which is when I show up). She has to be the most inattentive worker I've ever seen. One time she tried to leave without getting someone to take her headset for her, just leaving it on the counter. Another time, I heard last night, she almost left with the headset still on her head. Her worst incident in my experience was she was handing out drinks to some people (members of her family, I think) who apparently did not order or pay for them (they weren't on the screen). (I wasn't sure what was going on.) Worse, she hadn't made the 5 or 6 drinks before they drove up to the window, so I'm stuck having to make them as she's handing them out. Meanwhile, paying customers have to wait a long time for her free-loading family to get out of the way, and I look bad because they're waiting.
But, since Chick-fil-A apparently has a "no firing" policy or something, she's still here. Seriously, the worst thing they will ever do to you is ask you to go home early. Very, very frustrating.
So, if anybody knows of a job that doesn't involve dealing with other people that has very flexible hours, let me know.
(Rats! I just invited spammers to walk all over my email box. Hmm. Guess we'll see how good Thunderbird's spam filter is.)
Posted by Blog Jones at February 15, 2004 10:39 PM
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