Hate to complain like this but...
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Hate to complain like this but...
I sometimes wonder if I’m such an introvert because I was a server for so many years and have dealt with so many humans that have the personality of a garbage can on fire.
DILLIGAF?
Getting real sick of my manager’s bullshit. She never fucking realises when she’s in the way. I work at a pizza place, we use woodburning, clay ovens. Sometimes, I pull hot pans out of said oven. As I yell “hot pan"to prevent someone from, oh, burning the fuck out of themself or making me drop the pan, she walks right the fuck towards me. I clench my jaw, look up like ‘is this really fucking happening’ and then hear “I love when my employees roll their eyes so rudely at me” directed to my supervisor (who I fucking love and we get on great). I say nothing. Manager continues “I wonder how they’d feel if I did that to them”. Like how about you get the fuck out of my way? Idk, I’m just sick of this shit. Especially the passive aggression.
I've heard other people complain about being over-worked after taking time off work. One girl said that after she got back from her vacation she was scheduled eight days in a row. It's like they're thinking, "since you had such a 'relaxing' time away from work, ... Here's the schedule" that is NOT cool.
WHEN ALL THE CUSTOMERS IN THE RESTAURANT ARE SEATED IN ONE SECTION AND A CUSTOMER ASKS IF THEY CAN SIT IN THE EMPTY, CLOSED OFF SECTION
Another customer who thinks they are all that and a bag of chips.
She asked her server if our French dressing is red or orange....I opened the packet, and it was orange. The lady was like, " Why don't you have red French?" Lady. What difference does the fucking color make. French is French. "I'll take the 1000 island instead then." ...
A while ago, I noticed that the Sierra Mist syrup was out. I figured my bartenders would change it soon enough as it makes a loud "PSHHHH" every few minutes that can be heard throughout the bar. Apparently, I underestimated the collective laziness of my entire bar staff. A week and a half later, the Sierra Mist has finally been changed. By my line cook. Who I told to make the bartender change it. He changed it for her anyway. I am livid. The lesson here: fire everyone.
Un-fucking-believable.
So we just got a new manager who will be taking over the host and cashier department.
She’s ok.
Then we have this douchebag of a manager who has issues with the job after they fired his baby mama.
The schedule was done very weirdly. We had someone training for take out with me and my other coworker.
My coworker (We’ll call him Prince), was leaving at 5, the relieves were coming at 5 and 6. So one of our relieves (calling them Cherry and Jesus), said she was going to be pretty much an hour late. So Prince had to stay till then. I was doing expo for take out and the trainee was downstairs.
By 6 both Cherry & Jesus came in and I was going to leave at 8 as planned. Unfortunately, Cherry was schedule to leave at 9, which didn’t sit well with her, and did not want to work. She portioned her blue cheese, ranch, celery and carrots and was pretty much done, leaving Jesus and the trainee by themselves!
I was on break pretty much done with my shift and was gonna head home after break, when Cherry comes to the break room and say “YOU NEED TO COME LOOK AT EXPO! THIS KID DOESNT KNOW WHAT HES DOING! HE LOOKS LOST!”
I get up and take a look, all I see is 30 minute tickets, piles of food at the window, and a lost puppy that is the trainee.
Come to find out, our lovely managers put Jesus on break and it was Cherry and the trainee with Cherry doing cash and trainee on expo.
I went to the new manager and said, “Hey I think take out needs some help cus you guys have 30 min tickets. I’m on break and I’m about to go home.”
My manager looks me in the eye with a smile and says “Jump on.”
What.
What?!
So I give her the what the fuck look and I say in my head, “screw it. I’ll do it.” I had 15 min for break left, kill some time.
Went to the window, got a headache, clocked my ass right back in. Finished the rush and clocked out and left. Only took a 15 min break.
I didn’t care. I wasn’t gonna get written up.
Managers really blew mines.