I hear you mate, i had one customer service job when i 1st left school, Iceland, lasted less than a week before telling some old **** to shove the ****in eggs up her arse and walked straight out the door and back to my old mans raging, he was cool with it kinda and the manager called about 2 weeks later to say my cheque for 3 days work was there and i left my coat too
I got no time for humans, supposedly customers in those sort of jobs, especially where food is involved as well, because ppl are always going to complain about something. It's like the old geezers that are greeters in stores ie B&Q, imagine having to smile for the fookers everyday.
Ha last time i went to bnq my dad nearly had a fight in the queue and i had to find wire cutters on aisle 14 to cut a meter off a 10m roll of cooker wire on aisle 4.
