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» Food sabotage
Up until very recently,
I worked in a large chain coffee shop. I loved it. It was a brilliant, brilliant job. The only problem was the calibur of customers we received in the town I lived in. It was a very middle class, gentrified, old fashioned town - full of women who were desperate to be Desperate Houswives. They'd saunter in around eleven, and order, "A skinny latte darling, and make it quick. I've got a nail appointment in half an hour and I can't face the rabble they employ without my caffeine." I despised them. From their must-have Gucci sun glasses to their Jimmy Choo shoes they could only wear once before having the hired help despose of them. The girls that worked there idolised them and being the only male working in the shop, I was in the minority. I used to sabotage their drinks any way I could think of. Not one of them ever got skimmed milk when I made their drinks. A few them got dairy when they asked for soya (only if they were taking away; I didn't want to clean up after them). The ultra skinny bitches would get whipping cream in the bottom of their lattes. I would also make the drinks really slowly if they made a point of mentioning that they were in a hurry. I realise these are pretty minor things, but they made a big difference to me and reduced the only con to an otherwise fantastic job.
(Thu 18th Sep 2008, 16:55, More)
Up until very recently,
I worked in a large chain coffee shop. I loved it. It was a brilliant, brilliant job. The only problem was the calibur of customers we received in the town I lived in. It was a very middle class, gentrified, old fashioned town - full of women who were desperate to be Desperate Houswives. They'd saunter in around eleven, and order, "A skinny latte darling, and make it quick. I've got a nail appointment in half an hour and I can't face the rabble they employ without my caffeine." I despised them. From their must-have Gucci sun glasses to their Jimmy Choo shoes they could only wear once before having the hired help despose of them. The girls that worked there idolised them and being the only male working in the shop, I was in the minority. I used to sabotage their drinks any way I could think of. Not one of them ever got skimmed milk when I made their drinks. A few them got dairy when they asked for soya (only if they were taking away; I didn't want to clean up after them). The ultra skinny bitches would get whipping cream in the bottom of their lattes. I would also make the drinks really slowly if they made a point of mentioning that they were in a hurry. I realise these are pretty minor things, but they made a big difference to me and reduced the only con to an otherwise fantastic job.
(Thu 18th Sep 2008, 16:55, More)