Some people just aren't cut out for the service industry for any number of reasons.
For example; I am a horrible bartender although I make a great drink, know the industry like the back of my hand, and would no doubt draw the female customers in droves. It's just something about drunken idjits snapping their fingers and waving Action Jacksons that doesn't sit well with me as was my case when I tended bar at the old Harrigans of Hoboken and half-strangled a yuppie with his own tie for telling me to chop chop.
Or the vendor at Shea who recently handed me a hot dog to give to the guy two rows two frickin' rows behind me at which point I threw it on the ground out of disgust at her laziness. Okay maybe it was more of a drop than a throw but you get the gist.
It didn't even make sense.
She walked three rows to get to me yet couldn't push herself to go that extra mile or in this case five feet to service the paying customer, not to mention the audacity to inconvenience an innoncent third party not involved in the transaction. Im frickin' watching a game here!
Now granted she was a big girl and I mean big, even Sir Mix-A-Lot would have second thoughts about this one, but that's no excuse. She knew what she was getting into when she accepted the job.
And that is my point.
Just as I know that since I have/had a propensity for knocking out drunken idjits in pubs disqualifies me from working in that field so too should the fat chick with an aversion for stairs realize that maybe just maybe that a fifty thousand seat stadium isnt the best work environment for her either.
.... same goes for the waiter that can't read the menu
.... the delivery guy without change for a twenty
.... the cabbie that can't drive
.... the massuesue without that extra special skill required
.... or the bartender that doesnt get me my frickin' drink in time, chop chop motherfucker!!!
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not to mention the cabbie without change for twenty.
i would have done MORE than strangle the chop chop guy. i would put his head in the blender as well.
Good point. With the delivery guy just send him on his way and have him come back with change, but with the cabbie he actually expects you to go into a bodega. Fuck that.
...and if memory serves me correctly I believe that his face lost the battle with the oak bar leading to my only firing in an otherwise stellar employment history.
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