As I go grab a Dr. Pepper…

New Guy: Did you pay for that?

Me: Do I look like the type of girl that would ever have to pay for her drinks if she didn’t want to?

New Guy:…Hell no.

Me: And don’t you forget it. 

Ranting:

I was pissed off. How can we have 4 other people in the store, but I have to not only take the order (not my job), make the order (is my job), prepare the order (not my job), and give the order to the customer in the front (not my job), when there are four other people in the store and gasp, that was their job. Thank you for standing around talking. Bitches. It was like that for about 2 hours before I said fuck it and didn’t run to catch a phone and didn’t check to make sure pizzas were falling. When it’s a slow Monday and there are two people there to answer the phones, they can get that shit. 

Also, I’m not new. Trust me to know how to do my job and do it well. If you think I made a mistake, you better triple check yourself. It’s rare that I’ll make a huge mistake. Mistakes happen when there are more than one person on make table. When it’s just me, I see the order on screen, I make the order, I place the order in the oven. It’s not a difficult concept to grasp. And unless you’re a manager, don’t ever tell me what to do. Focus on your own goddamn job.