Rant number 284
Back in my formative years of work - I took a year out between college and Uni to see what the world of work was like.
All things being considered - this was probably a good idea. It allowed me to get an idea of a few different jobs - paid for some bits and bobs for uni - and also gave me a big wadge of beer money for those all important uni nights out.
It also made me realise how pleasant a 3 year respite from real work would be!
Firstly I tried being a duct workers mate (courtesy of my stepfathers work connections in case you were wondering,) which was OK, but a bit dull.
I tried cold calling for Staybright windows (worst job ever. Those people are pure evil: DO NOT BUY FROM THEM,) second, and hated every minute of it.
I also spent a short amount of time at Screwfix in the great big call centre they had - which was OK, but not the most exciting job ever.
The other job I did for a while was work in a Restaurant - which was an experience.
I'd never really fancied working with food, and the experience was no better than expected.
I didn't mind some of the factors of the job. I liked setting the tables for instance (I am quite anally retentive - so this suited me down to the ground) and talking to the nicer customers.
I didn't mind the taking of orders or carrying the food (although I wasn't that good at plate balancing and always got told off for stacking plates at the table.)
I hated the split shifts - which are the best scam in the world - ever. It's just not fair to be working between 11 & 11 - with a gap between 4 and 8. It's not like you can do anything with that time is it?
I hated the crap wages (I worked at the time when they were allowed to pay you less - on the proviso that gratuities would top you up to minimum wage.)
But most of all - I hated the way that people speak to waiting staff. Now don't get me wrong, some people were lovely (and tipped well, which was lovelier still!) and some were indifferent - which I didn't mind - as long as they were civil.
Some people however, were just plain fucking rude.
Now, it may be easy to estimate from reading these rants - that I am a rude or unpleasant person. The truth is though - that I treat people with respect - whoever they are as long as they deserve it. I am never rude unless someone is rude to me or tries to pull the wool over my eyes. I am also - a fair tipper - unless I think that the service has genuinely been woeful or rude.
A family today were inexcusably rude to a waitress- who had done nothing wrong. The same girl served our table and was genuinely pleasant and conversational.
And her crime? I hear you ask.
Well - the rude family stomped in (arguing,) and were directed to the table by ourselves and another family. Obviously being too good to eat with other people (in public, in a restaurant) they went to a table behind us so they could be alone to glare at each other.
The area was closed because they had a limited amount of waiting staff in - so she asked nicely if they could move to a manned area. They stormed off with the closing phrase of 'no its not alright'
What
A
Set
Of
Scumbags
Guess fucking what? I hated being a waiter - and I doubt its anybodies career choice. Don't make the mistake however, of thinking that you are better or more intelligent than the people who serve you.
Anyone who works long hard hours and can smile through all of works adversity has my admiration and respect. My colleagues would agree that I am not the most tolerant person in the world in the workplace. When I'm off the phone with a person who has been rude or irritating - I rant and rave and make sarcastic comments - its my coping mechanism.
When that persons doing it to your face - and when you have to face them again minutes later at their table - there isn't much you can do but grin and bear it (and probably piss in their soup. The fuckers deserve it!)
Rant over.
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