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one of the worst jobs I’ve worked was opening shift at a bakery cafe. the regulars were ultra demanding, rude, and didn’t tip. as revenge I would tear their pastries apart w the tongs as I put them in the bag.
there was one guy who came in every day and got a toasted whole wheat roll and he wanted the butter packet placed *near* the toaster so the butter would get soft but not melt. he had a specific distance the butter had to be to the toaster.
also: mfers who come in w a specific temperature for your latte—FUCK YOU. I always said sure you got it then just made it as usual.
the two best things that happened at that job:
girl quit in the middle of am rush. she just had enough. calmly took off her apron and handed it to the manager while being addressed by a customer. it was inspiring.
the time I tore this lady’s bearclaw into like 30 pieces
girl quit in the middle of am rush. she just had enough. calmly took off her apron and handed it to the manager while being addressed by a customer. it was inspiring.
the time I tore this lady’s bearclaw into like 30 pieces
how you got your pastries ripped:
1) known non tipper
2) rude
3) making me go way above and beyond, ie holding up various pastries to be inspected while the line is out the door
I would stare in the person's eyes and tear that shit to shreds inside the bag
1) known non tipper
2) rude
3) making me go way above and beyond, ie holding up various pastries to be inspected while the line is out the door
I would stare in the person's eyes and tear that shit to shreds inside the bag
