So I was working the burger/grilled chicken station tonight at my college diner. This means I have to deal with a huge number of annoying 18 year old college kids.
Now, the way we do it is that there are two grills, a large one and a smaller one. the larger one is in the back, which is where they make the burgers and chicken. Then they wheel it out to a big steamer behind the counter of the station, where there is also a smaller grill. The burgers and chicken, after being cooked, go into the steamer where they sit until we, the employees who are actually dealing with the customers, take them out and put them on the grill, then assort them with things like cheese, onions, bacon, and stuff like that.
Anyhow, the steamer is extremely hot. Many employees burn themselves on it, either from coming into contact with the hot metal sides, or the steam/steamed water that drips.
Tonight was one of those nights. I had injured my Achilles tendon earlier, which was then swollen, so I was already pretty doped up on painkillers. And you guessed it, I got burned pretty badly. I was working alone during that time tonight so as I was running my hand under cold water the line was getting longer, and nobody was coming to help me. So I put on a fresh pair of gloves and went back to work. The next people in line was this girl who just could not make up her mind what she wanted. She had all of five minutes as I was trying to relieve my hand of the burning to make up her mind! So I was waiting there, getting more and more agitated. Then she said it. She said "give me another minute, Im still thinking what I want.'
I just lost it, teller her that if she couldnt make up her goddamned mind she should go to the back of the line because she was holding everyone up. I never yelled at her per say, but a coworker who was across the room watching this unfold said that my expression was one of pure hate and disgust.
She finally made up her mind, and I made her the thing she wanted, I dont even remember what she wanted, and of course, she went and complained to my supervisor. Thankfully the supervisor is a good friend of mine, found out why I was so agitated, and decided not to pass the complaint up to my managers.
But I gotta say, losing it at that girl felt really, really good, I would do it again. I mean, I feel kinda guilty, but I think it was the culmination of 7 days of pure suck, and letting go like that was amazing.
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