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Between the latest economic downturns and ever-rising college expenses, I have to say that I'm glad to have a job. I work at a coffee shop (not a Starbucks), which is neither the most exiting job or the most difficult. Sometimes, however, we do get our little "situations" that make me question why I do what I do for so little money (I make minimum wage plus tips, which is to say plus nothing because no one tips on eight dollar coffee).The shop opens at 5:00 A.M. which is the shift that I work so I have the unpleasant task of dealing with grouchy people in the morning. A few days ago an extremely big-boned woman came in wearing WAY too revealing clothing and requesting that I make her a coffee. No problem... It's just that when the woman went to pay or her overpriced early morning drink she pulled aside her already too revealing shirt, reached inside and handed me a crumpled, moist, and stinky ten-dollar bill. Uh oh. Not only did I have to handle this, but I also caught an eyeful of this woman's breast. Let's just say her "cup overfloweth."
The woman's overflowing cup was not the only problem either. Our manager, Melanie, is always getting onto us about taking "unserviceable tender." This bill was crumpled, wet, and partially torn (though not torn too bad) making it the very definition of unserviceable. To make matters worse, the customer took offense when I asked her if she had anything more serviceable. She claimed that her money was just as good as anyone elses and demanded to speak to the manager. Usually I'd feel terrible about offending a customer, but this time I actually felt slightly offended.
In light of this event, I'd like to put together a list of people I'm not afraid to offend:
- Grouchy or rude customers
- Telemarketers (I was one for three weeks. Instead of becoming sensitive I hate them even more now.)
- PETA activists
- Sarah Palin supporters
- Anyone over the age of 15 who likes the Jonas Brothers or Miley Cyrus.
Of course there's the opposite too. People I am afraid to offend:
- My mother
- My girlfriend
- The guy on the college's financial services and scolarships comittee who's ass I have to kiss.
- The really cute girl who always comes in to buy coffee
- My Spanish professor (...really scary guy)
I was a telemarketer for one day. That was long enough.
ReplyDeleteI have fun with telemarketers, if I have the time. Otherwise, I politely (unless they push it) express my disinterest and bid them adieu.
ReplyDelete@ Suldog: I think that was the most unproductive job I've ever had. I did horribly and was told to call it quits after three weeks.
ReplyDelete@ Chris: I am under the firm opinion that telemarkers have no soul. I know because mine is still slowly regenerating. Thus, there is no need to be polite.