Work sucked this evening and I'm Miss cranky pants, and I want to rant about sucky customers. Feel free to join in with stories of bad teachers, horrible teenyboppers and moronic thugs.

I work in a Bistro/TAB/pub called Castellos, or also known as the Croydon Hotel, Your crusty local dive that has counter meals (only in the pub part, thank GOD) and a ton of bogan locals who actually have to be reminded that you have to wear shoes in the place. I work in the bistro, which is a sort of resturant, but you go up to a counter to order and we bring the food out. I also work in the bistro Bar and the foolishly named Cafe bar- which isn't a cafe at all, just a bunch of pub lounge chairs and a very old, large bar where almost everything is broken.

IDIOT ONE:
This isn't a case of a sucky customer, it's a case absolute idiocy. I was on door tonight, meaning I greeted and seated customers and gave the stupid little speil in a false cheery voice about how and where to order. Anyway, arranging menus when two very crusty looking bogans come up. The male of the pair asks "Is this the croydon hotel?" I was highly tempted to say "No, sorry, you have to drive a few more klicks down the highway..." but refrained and simply said yes. Just incase he missed the huge sign out the front and all the signage in the place. Next question. "Can we get a meal here?" Mind you, the bistro is very busy, Jade is taking orders and Flick is running around with plates of food in her hands. I don't know what he thought the people were doing if they weren't eating. So i simply affirmed again. "Can we order?" Well, that's really up to you, mate, CAN you order your own meal? I'm a bit in doubt after the last three questions. but no, I simply say "certainly!" In that disgusting waitress voice and pick up two menus. "That's a table for two then...?" "Uh, no, we don' wanna sit down..." You eat standing up? "Where's the counter meals?" he asks. The public bar, I say. "where's that?" Just follow the big light up signs, buttknocker.... "Just over there..." I point them int he right direction and hope they get lost...


IDIOT TWO:
This was a few weeks ago, but we all remember it with fondness bordering on homicide. Remembered because I had a similarly rude person tonight, but not QUITE as extreeme.
We had several huge bookings, and one of them was a table of 15. The place was litrally full- we were turning people away- considering there was a table of 45 booked. Anyway, we're flat out, everyone is running meals and scrubbing tables whent hey get a chance. Now, becasue the place is so full the meals are taking longer. Now this table of 15 obviously couldn't quite fit two and two together, and with what's become an alarming trend, take onlty themselves into consideration and couldn't possibly see why they weren't getting waited on hand and foot. I'm taking orders at the till when she storms up,cuts the line and waves a receipt in my face. "We ordered a HALF HOUR ago! WHY haven't our meals come out?!" i try and explain politely about the amount of people here. "SOME tables are getting their meals and they ordered AFTER us!" She slams her hand down on the counter. I gently take the receipt and look it over. Problem spotted. I explain in that horribly calm voice that they've ordered steaks cooked well done and that does take quite some time and that I'm sure their meals will be coming out soon. "That's not good enough! I want to see the manager!" As if this whole thing's been my fault, of course. (So far this is pretty normal behaviour... It's annoyingly common) Anyway, I grab the area manager on that night, Nikki, and she goes off to deal with it. Nikki comes back into the kitchen spluttering about rudeness, grabs their docket and goes out again, I follow with some cutlery to polish. It turns out that the rude lady also ordered a bolignaise for one of her children. Now I took that order, I read it back to her, as I do with all large orders and she heard me say it TWICE, and now she started blaming me AND Nikki about the fact that the meal has come up as a main meal, not a kids size. "HOW do you expect a FIVE YEAR OLD to eat a main meal?!" Oh, dreadfully sorry, I forgot to ask exactly who in your family was eating what meal... Anyway, it's sorted out and the meals come out. I'm fuming by now at being blamed for somethign she missed, so I refuse to take any meals.
Anyway, the other natalie that works ther comes back in towering rage. Apparently the lady yelled at HER and told her that we ought to all be ashamed at working for such a sub standard place and should all go cut our own throats out of shame, (mind you, WE'RE not the ones who would choose such a "sub standard" place to have a "classy" meal...) And we should be thanking her on bended knee for choosing to come here.
Topping it off, Cassie comes in just as furious, apparently a fully grown man at the table kept snarling "F*** you!" over and over when she was walking past with their meals, like some brat eleven year old.
later, the other Natalie hears the rude woman saying quite loudly that she HATES that "sour faced b***h" managing, after Nikki was forced under the company policy to offer them free coffees. What a cow Nikki must be! Nat loses her temper and apparently mouths "F*CKYOU!" and sticks her finger up at them.
oddly enoguht hey were fine after that... and after hating the place so much they were the last to leave. We were not happy serving staff that night.



TEACHER COMEBACK
to finish this gratuitiously long post, for those still in school, or those who remember it, a tale about an evil teacher.
Ms. Baker taught us Litrature. she was very uptight, but sometimes actually pretty nice, but she was a fanatic about the school and.. 'Team spirit' I have NEVER been a team person, ever. I hate groups. Every single report from prep to year 12 has "does not work well in groups" somewhere. So obviously I wasn't a sporty kid- seeing team sports are pretty much the backbone of school PE.
Every school has interschool sports- and (I was in year 12 at the time this happened) I'd sucessfully avoided about four years worth. I wagged, to be blunt, the only time my parents actually permitted me to do so, seeing neither of THEM were sporty people either, and my brother was even worse- so there was an understanding. I wasn't missing any actual education, and I never participated anyway, so I wasn't letting anyone down.
On the flipside, there's also a school concert, called F.O.N.O. (for one night only) which I've been in since I came to highschool- I played clarinet and I sung. It was one of those events parents go to, an no one else, really- and I don't blame them, only our concert band was worth listening to, of which i was first first clarinet in.
Anyway, Ms. Baker comes into class one day just after the interschool sports very stroppy, she mentiones the school sports and how WONDEFUL they were and singles out one of the guys coming in, accusing him of not being there and how he should have far more respect for the school and how DARE he not be there to support the schools sporting efforts. knew the guy, he was one of my aquaintance friends, and he was getting really hacked into. Then she turned to me. 'I didn't see YOU at the sports either! Don't you care about your school and supporting...' My reply was simple and pretty automatic- and rather snide, I might add. "Well I've never seen you at ANY of the FONO concerts. or the school musicals.'
There was this silence where she stood their with her mouth hanging open. "Well, YOU should have done more to promote them!" (I still can't get over that response. like I was in charge of publicity!) 'Same could be said for the sports then.'
Silence. 'it's nto at all the same thing!'
Leaving it at that she went tot he front desk and started our actual litrature based lesson.

You want teacher stories?

How bout the teacher who accused me of doing drugs in kindy?

I was sick, so Mum gave me some tissue salts (homeopathy) to take to school. Anyway, the teacher found them, dragged my sister in from her class, and flipped about "How was she supposed to know they were'nt some weird sort of drugs?!" The entire staff knew our parents' stand on that sort of stuff, so there was no logical reason for it.

Scared me.

She also liked to humiliate me in front of the class, me being the 'timid' kid and all, I didn't stand up for myself.

Then there was the teacher who actually gloated at me on my last day at school. I started homeschooling after that.

I actually found this quite funny, it was so pathetic.
Last Friday I was with my sis and our friend on the Strand (nice, groovy park by beach) and this guy rollerbladed past with his dog. It was a labrador or something, really pretty and stuff and my friend and sis starting going all 'oooo look at the dog isn't it soo cute!!!' The guy turned around when he was about 20 meters up the track (took him these 20 m to think of his o so great insult of his) and shouted 'Grow up!' The funny thing was he had to be nearly 30. And he's going to take the time to tell a couple of teenagers to grow up? Dude, sad and pathetic. Wonder who really needs to grow up?
Does that classify as idiot?

And yeah, rollerblading is such a mature sport too. beleive me, I'm not saying things like that should be age specific, but if you're so concerned about age image, then hello, it's the realm of the young!

The only thing that's happened lately that's really annoyed me was a while ago when I had to go into hospital. It was the day before and I had to go up there and arrange everything and one of the nurses asked me what I could see. That's an extremely difficult question for me, because I've never been able to see and it's complicated. My sight is supposed to be 6/60, but I can see things some times and not see them other times and sometimes I'll see something quite well and not know what it is until I've touched it or someone tells me. And there's other things as well. It'd take all day to try to explain it properly!
I explained all that, which is normally enough, but this nurse just went on and on trying to work it out! I eventually just said, "Look, I'm blind, let's just leave it at that. If I need help, I'll ask!" She didn't ask about it again after that!

You think she fit the dumb nurse category? :D

Yeah! And everyone wonders why I hate going to hospitals! I don't mind people asking me what I can see, but I hate it when they go on and on about it!

I could nearly report myself for being a horrible client when it comes to the dentist.

I think I nearly crushed the poor assistant's thumb last time, and I have been know for panic attacks. Dang needle phobia!

I was born in a hospital, and that's the only time I've been there for anything other than visits.

I hate going to the dentist as well. I only go when I absolutely have to.

Hurrah for reviving dead topics!

Well, when I was in Year 1, I had this utterly evil teacher called Mrs Quartly. She was about 997. Anyway, she was EVIL EVIL EVIL. All the other classes produced artistic masterpieces. OURS DIDN'T. At all. When it came to colouring in, whoooomp, we skipped right over that (and you know how artistic I am) :( . She NEVER listened to me, and never forgave ANY OF US for any little accident (eg. accidentally shouting 'Elephants don't live in Australia!!!1!' in response to an activity on drawing Australian animals netted a banishment to the outside).

When it came to Parent/Teacher, she said I didn't colour inside the lines. Must say something about my overall personality. But still, what a waste of a comment.

When the year ended, we thought we'd seen her decrepit hide for the last time. But come Year 4...

NO NO NO!!!!!!!!! TOTAL UNBONUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :eep: :eep: :eep:

She really hated my little army of drawings that lurked within the margins. I just cannae help drawin' everywhere!!! We got sheets of paper for drawing on. Guess who's ran oot first.

Fortunately, she only lasted a term. ^_^

Wonder if she's died yet? :rolleyes:

I have a nasty yet amuseing story.
One of my cousin's friends went to the dentist and he had to get his braces removed. Now on a usual removing of braces it tends to go semi-smoothly and you're happy.
Well two back teeth on the top of his jaw had super strong cement or something because the braces wouldn't let go, the dentist said they may need to take his teeth out (which is highly unnecessary) and of course he was like, yeah no I want my teeth to stay in. So when the dentist was looking at it again he ended up ripping his teeth out.
'Course he was screaming as blood poured from his mouth, so he punched the dentist.
His dad comes in, sees the blood on his sons face, goes over, and punches the dentist.

If that ever happened to me I would be doing more than just punching the dentist.

In every place are horrow stories even in works.

My main task in my work is to do industrial videos to trainers their are my customers, I'm should admit) sometimes mean and don't loose my temper is one of my goals in life.

Well

I just finished a video for a trainer and he checked me once and he said "You're wrong here and there" ok nobody is Perfect (Just GOd), I've done a rework and showed him hoping that he would find it perfect.

but he told me "Where is x machine's part?"

"Wait a minute! " I replied "That didn't appear in the scriupt and suppostly you read it"

HE insisted and when I showed the cripts that I've done he told me that there aren't the scripts that he aproved and when I showed him the files in my computer He told me that I erased that part . I felt that he was acalling me liar!!!

we finished mad each other, until our boss solved the situetion. So from that all the scrip had to have my boss signature, trainers signatur and mine and all rewors have to be signed to.

I guess it's kind of anger inducing that my dad's always harping on me because the music I like makes him feel embarrased, and how I should be listening to what he does.

Well...

Like as if i'm going to say "Oh I really like classical/country (Not dissing it)" one day and give up on metal and stuff.

And anyway, how would I embarrass, him, i'm normal looking, not like the HARDCORE metal people at our school with the metal studded faces and stuff, uhg it drives me crazy!

*feels a bit beter not that i'm vented* :faint:

Mum and Dad don't like my music so I put headphones on so they can't hear it. Then I turn it up loud when they're not home! I listen to most of my music on my iPod, though and I don't have speakers for it.
My Dad likes country too. I like any kind of music but I don't like too much of the same thing.

Something in school this week make me crack up at the weirdness.

We had some new teacher sit up the back of my religion class to 'help' us with work. She saw me drawing in class and started to tell me off for not listening.

Then, she called my regular teacher up to show him what I'd been doing. As soon as he looked at me he broke out into this huge grin and said, 'Ha, you must be Kaye. Mr Dixon warned me you drew in class. May I have a look?' and proceeded to compliment me on my drawings.

It's times like these that you just have to smirk at the new teacher and have a huge conversation with the teacher about how he loves anime and if you would draw a picture of Edward from FMA for him.

Ooo! I have a lot!

I was always in trouble the one year I had religion, namely because I'm not Catholic, I'm a Methosidst/Jewish hybrid.



This is a gripe about my fellow students a few years ago. My history teacher would let you do whatever you wanted once you were done. I work fats, so i aalways got to draw, do math homwwork, ect. One day, one girl got fed up, and she and her bud convinced this gril that I HAD NEVER SPOKEN TO to punch me in the face.
What nearly got the V-Prinable laughing is that i didn't follow the teacher that dragged them, up to the office, i went to my next class crying with a bruised cheek. He thought I had lost it.

Luck duck!

One, you were little. Two, that's why we all like you S-Dragon! :)

Hey, I'm not a people person either. Bot my Lang. arts teacher loved me for it. Most of the time she's say I took pride in my work. I think only me and like, 2 other kids liked her. :plot:

Hmm I know how everyone feels about customers. I work at a grocery store and someone brought back these chicken wings and said they were no good. So I looked in the box and it was empty except for bones. I'm like there is nothing in this but bones. They said yeah I was hungry but they were not good can I have a refund. What an idiot! Then there is the problem with people not saying anything or just being plain rude to you if they have a bad day! We have to put up with this!

I had another customer that was just so nasty because they had to wait in line on a busy day so they grabbed theur product threw the money at me and stomped out the door! You could at least wait your turn. All the other customers were shocked but who could blame them. Well those are only a couple of my bad experiences. Oh well it seems we all have to put up with that stuff. :rolleyes: