tonight was another friday night from hell.
some of the highlights:
- remade about fifteen drinks. all because each customer asked for them "iced" when they wanted frappuccinos. and yes, each time we did indeed ask "do you want ice cubes or do you want it blended like a milkshake?" of course they insisted they wanted ice cubes only to wrinkle their noses when we presented them with their drinks. "no!" they all cried out. "i wanted the other kind. the kind that are all blended!"
- customer asked for a vanilla latte. so we made a vanilla latte. customer then tells us "oops! i wanted it with nonfat milk". so we remake a nonfat vanilla latte. customer then tells us "oops! i wanted sugar free vanilla". so we remake a nonfat sugar free vanilla latte. customer then tells us "oops! i wanted that decaf as well". she's lucky we didn't add any 'special sauce' to her drink.
- over the hill b-list actor comes in. asks for his usual drink and complains that it's always made wrong and that we need to make sure we learn how to make a proper cappuccino. fellow barista brat makes cappuccino to perfection. b-list actor bitches and says the foam is too sudsy. i remake drink - in exactly the same fashion as fellow barista brat. surprise, surprise the cappuccino is now perfect. "finally!" b-list actor exclaims. "THIS is the creamy foam i deserve!" yeah, the guy deserves something all right, but his mouth isn't the designated orifice.
partner rant: why do you insist on making my job harder?!? really, how hard is it to remember to give a customer their pastry? how hard is it to put a sleeve on a venti cup? how hard is it to remember to empty ALL the trashcans at the end of a shift? and how hard is it to DO YOUR FRIGGEN' JOB?!? apparently it's very hard because you have yet to work one shift without screwing everything up. please, if you can't hack it here - just leave. i promise, you'll be happier. i know i will.