No, but how about some customer service. I mean is it really that hard to do what you do? Is it just so hard that there is no time to do things right, or to be polite? If I hear one more fast food fuck-nut talk about how much their job sucks I’m going to snap.
You can’t honestly tell me that working in a fast food establishment is difficult. What the hell do you have to worry about? All you have to do is make sure you hit the right keys on the cash register and put the correct amount of pickles on my number six.
Half the shit you do is automated anyways. The other half could easily be done by monkeys. The only reason monkeys aren’t used, probably has to do something with the crap slinging that goes on. However, I might just trust a monkey to make my burger more then you. I’ve had to pull my fair share of hair strands out of my double quarter pounders. Not to mention the occasional “Oh shit.. thats short enough to be pubic” hairs. This usually happens once you’ve eaten half of the meal. (I call that an Unhappy Meal TM)
What the hell is with the prerecorded voice in the drive through too? You pull up to give your order and then you hear:
“Welcome to McDouchebags. Would you like to try our new Bullshit Burger today?”
Everyone knows it’s a recording, but if you don’t say anything, the asshole with the headset starts to get pissed. Almost like you are wasting their time. If you do say start in with your order, they aren’t fucking ready. It’s usually some 17 year old girl with an attitude.
“I’ll be right with you sir.”
Listen bitch, they don’t call it fast food for nothing. If I wanted to wait in the drive through for a half hour, I would have gone to a real restaurant. Then some other minimum wage asshole could put hair in my food. There are actually a few select fast food places in my area that I refuse to go to. It’s actually faster to go inside and order then to go through the drive through.
I was at an Arby’s the other day and I pulled around to pay for my meal. I had ordered for two people, so I had two meals and two drinks. When you see one person in the car, don’t be a dumb ass and try to hand them two drinks. What the hell do you want me to do with two drinks. GIVE ME A HOLDER! Yeh yeh…
“Vehicles are equipped with this new technology Mr. Crapspewer … called cup holders.”
Ok smart ass. Maybe you haven’t seen the size of cups lately. I almost think it’s getting to the point where the don’t constitute being a cup. They think by making the bottom small and the top massively big that it will help. No, it just makes the cup extremely top heavy and ready to spill at any given moment. Not like it matters anyways, the bimbo “assembling” the cup never puts the lid on right, so by the time I get home I realize that half the drink is on my seat and on the floor. Assembling a cup is really scientific stuff. Since you are spending so much time worrying about “tightly” sealing my lid, it’s completely understandable that you don’t give me my DAMN STRAW!
*Sigh* …So she gives my drinks.
“Would you like any Arby’s or Horsey sauce today?”
“Horsey sauce, please.”
Another few minutes go by while they figure out what items to put in the bag. You know, because there isn’t a screen in front of you telling you what goes in the bag. She totally forgets what kind of sauce I wanted and asks again.
“You said Horsey sauce right?”
“Yeh.”
Can you guess how happy I was when I got home to a bag chuck full of Arby’s sauce? Why ask (twice) if you’re just going to fuck it up anyways? Trust me, life gets a lot more difficult then putting the right sauce in a bag. If you can’t figure that out, just kill yourself now. I guess that’s why you are working in a fast food and will remain there for the rest of your worthless little life.
$4.99 for an Anus Steak burger?? Does that come in a double format?
And I agree: If you can’t trust your employees to greet the customer at the drive-through, what the hell did you hire them for? I guess there’s always going to be toilets to be cleaned.
The Madness
September 7th, 2007
Look heres the deal, I work at dunkin donuts and we have a fucking timer. So if we don’t get you done in a certain amount of seconds we get in trouble for it. So we rush to get you your shit and screw up. Then you come and complain and we get in trouble for that so we slow down and make the orders perfect but then you have to wait because some asshole ordered a billion things through the drive through. I had some one order 4 dozen donuts(they picked each donut) and 2 boxes of joe and a sandwich. So when your the only one running its a bitch. People don’t think to come in for their large orders because they are fuck heads and are to lazy. So eventually we stop caring and there is times we go fuck this person no straw for you.That is our little revenge for the assholes who cant just have common courtesy and come inside for big orders cause now every one behind you is mad at me. Our job is easy but its usually the fuck head ahead of you who changes their order at the window is why you are waiting. We cant even tell them to go around again. So when you come up to the last window and your like “actually i would like to add two me sandwiches” think of how you hate to wait and how your making everyone else wait because you don’t understand YOU ORDER AT THE MIC! I’m not saying what happens is ok or that we don’t fuck up because i do work with a lot of idiots i just hope you will have a little more understanding of what is probably happening.
Dunkin D`man
September 7th, 2007
Dunkin Dumbass,
Granted there are plenty of idiots in the world. From the use of proper punctuation in you response, it’s easy to say that the majority of them wear headsets and name tags. I’m sick of some 15 year old punk complaining because they have to take a “big order.” Tough shit, it’s your job.
The bitch behind the register rolls her eyes at the fact that she needs to throw a pair of gloves on, just so she can put some donuts in a bag. It makes me want to “dunk” her head in the fryer.
If fast food workers had to deal with half the shit that I deal with on a daily basis, they would be begging for the fryer. I guess you do have to ask some pretty difficult questions though.
“What size?”
“Would you like cream and sugar?”
“Ketchup?”
With such tough questions as those, I can totally see why it is hard for you to “get it right.”
Yes, customers can be retards too, but everyone has to deal with them. You said it yourself…
“Our job is easy…”
It is easy. So don’t get pissed off when a customer throws a “monkey” wrench into your daily routine of pulling donuts and mopping the floor. There is a reason it’s called “minimum wage.” Thank you for conveying it for the entire world to see.
Mr. Crapspewer
September 8th, 2007
You have one simple job to do which involves 3 steps:
1) take my order
2) take my money
3) give me my order
You can’t even do the three things that are asked of you at THE easiest job in the world. Stand proud because you’re going nowhere in life. Congratulations.
Caff I. Nate
September 8th, 2007
I’d suggest you two fellas don’t order anything “cream filled” for a while; and only black coffee.
Drunkin’ Dipshit might seek more than a “straw revenge” for your factual enlightenment on his current employment status.
The Madness
September 8th, 2007
you guys are stupid. fastfooders people.. that is…
theman
September 11th, 2007