Would you like a job with that?
2007-10-19 1:43 p.m.
ACT I Cashier: Hi, how are you today? Welcome to Fazuul! Would you like to try our new Chicken Penne Bake? Guy: I'd like an Egg McMuffin, please. Cashier: (blink blink) Area Supervisor: Hold that thought.ACT II Area Supervisor: Here you go! Have an Egg McMuffin, on me. Guy: Uh, wow. Thank you, sir. Area Supervisor: No problem. Here at Fazuul, we strive to Meet And Exceed Your Expectations. Have a great day! Guy: Thanks, sir. I'll never forget this. Area Supervisor: And I'm never going to forget that you called me, "sir," twice. I like the cut of your jib, my lad. Here's one of my business cards. If you ever want a job, you give me a call. ACT III, several days later Guy: Uh, hi. I have an interview? With Dan? Me: Well, um, we don't actually have a Dan working here. Guy: Oh, sorry to bother you then. Thanks anyway. Bye. Keep in mind, I knew nothing about Acts I or II. I didn't even know there was an interview scheduled. The first I knew of any of this was when Area Supervisor called, to ask me why I was turning away potential Management Candidates. Guy rescheduled, for Monday. That's great. I really hope we hire him. The idea of hiring random smartasses, to say nothing of putting them management track, because my batshit insane supervisor formed a two-second positive impression amuses the hell out of me. (Whining about how I'm almost pathologically courteous to service industry people so where's my damn magic job offer out of nowhere will only lead to a long rant about how much I dislike my job, so I'm just going to stop this entry right here.)
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