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Customer... Service
So I'm recently employed at a new restaurant around this area that I won't name, but it's a cool little place, I love the people I work with, and even though there have been a couple scheduling issues, I even like my managers (gasp, I know), but I'm slowly and more vigorously noticing a slow bubbling hatred to one aspect of working in a restaurant.
The customers.
Now I'm not saying everyone obviously. If all restaurant goers were horrible people, I'd be calling myself horrible as well. And not even horrible as... really gross. You need to take into account that I work back of the house, stocking, prepping, dishes, occasional cooking if someone needs to step out (we all pretty much multi-task and cover for one another), but I've found a niche in doing the dishes. That sounds odd and makes me sound boring, but it's constant work, and I enjoy being busy. But it leads to me saying this:
The sheer amount of wasted food, and number of dipping sauces and ketchup and mustard and CHICKEN. WINGS. At the bottom of glasses I'm trying to clean gets to me. I mean, okay, the waste in food could be a lot worse, but when I see an entire brownie get sent back with only the whipped cream having been scraped off, or an entire bowl of chili... it just makes me cringe. I mean, our prices are reasonable, but they sure as hell aren't cheap...
But then again, I'm frugal. ...I'm also considerate and cleanly. I just want to know what goes through a persons head when they're shoving god knows what into their milkshake cup.
"Hey! Look! A crayon! I bet this would be awesome in my cup! It matches the ranch dressing container, napkins and tomato from my burger!"
Yeah. It's safe to say I don't understand.
