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Idle & Blessed Update and Other Stuff
Mar. 6th, 2013 07:02 pmHello all!
Yes, I know, I am behind on the update I promised. But this isn't like the last time when you waited for months. I just had to change the POV on this one. I was going with ALL TEN all the time, but this chapter I think is better as a Rose POV chapter. So, we are going to romance novel this one and switch back and forth on the POV. Don't worry, the TEN POV will return in later chapters.
Meanwhile, I have a slight rant. As you all know, I am living on a disabled person's stipend. As such, money is very, very tight. This means, when I eat out, I really want to get my money's worth. Lately, I have had some trouble with that. Last week, I went to Wendy's. Yes, that's the type of splurge Uncle Sam's budget allows us. I ordered a double Jr. burger with cheese. It costs 2.00. And an order of chicken nuggets with barbecue sauce. It was not rush hour. I was the only person there, actually. But still, the young man at the counter had trouble concentrating on me. I repeated my order a few times for him. It wasn't, you understand, much of a special order. Only the sauce and the fact that it was a double burger was unusual.
He got the order wrong. But it is worse than him not listening as I gave the order. When he brought the bag to me, it felt light. I said, "This is the DOUBLE burger?" He said, "Yes!" No...the correct answer was NO! Also, there was no sauce for the nuggets.
Now, that irritated me, but I thought, well...that will teach me to waste my 4 dollars on fast food. So, this week, I upgraded to a local, non-chain, burrito bar and created my own healthy burrito.
But, even in the more upscale environment, for a higher price, I encountered the same vacant eyed service. This time from a young woman, about the same age as the young man...19 to 22ish. She was making me a burrito...it was the vegan one on the menu...with one additional item. I wanted just a few black olives, let's say 6 slices of olive. "I would like the vegan special with a few, just a very few, black olives on it," I instructed.
Simple enough, I thought. But still, she asked me every question as she put the burrito together in a vacant, zombie fashion. "Do you want tomatoes?" YES. "Do you want guacamole?" YES. "Do you want beans?" YES. "Do you want sauce?" YES. WAIT. OLIVES. JUST A FEW. OLIVES! OLIVES! JUST...A....FEW! She slams a fistful of olives onto the burrito...enough to feed a small army of olive lovers. Not in an angry way...but in a vacant, zombie way. So, I ask her to remove the olives and she does...one by one...like a zombie. Then, she "cooks" my burrito. Only, she doesn't, because, zombies can't cook things. She obviously isn't giving it time to cook, as she wafts it over the grill. She gives it to me cold and doughy. SIGH!
I mean, I don't really believe we should get good customer service for under 10 dollars. But no customer services seems odd. Not even a vague understanding of what products your establishment sells, seems odd. Should I just go up to the counter and say, "Give me 5 dollars worth of whatever you want to stick in a bag? Don't bother to cook it, I can make fire at home." I do think there is absolutely no incentive to work in this country, so we need to come up with some new values that don't involve getting paid for a job well done. Because, let's face it, nobody is paid properly to do a good job anymore.
Yes, I know, I am behind on the update I promised. But this isn't like the last time when you waited for months. I just had to change the POV on this one. I was going with ALL TEN all the time, but this chapter I think is better as a Rose POV chapter. So, we are going to romance novel this one and switch back and forth on the POV. Don't worry, the TEN POV will return in later chapters.
Meanwhile, I have a slight rant. As you all know, I am living on a disabled person's stipend. As such, money is very, very tight. This means, when I eat out, I really want to get my money's worth. Lately, I have had some trouble with that. Last week, I went to Wendy's. Yes, that's the type of splurge Uncle Sam's budget allows us. I ordered a double Jr. burger with cheese. It costs 2.00. And an order of chicken nuggets with barbecue sauce. It was not rush hour. I was the only person there, actually. But still, the young man at the counter had trouble concentrating on me. I repeated my order a few times for him. It wasn't, you understand, much of a special order. Only the sauce and the fact that it was a double burger was unusual.
He got the order wrong. But it is worse than him not listening as I gave the order. When he brought the bag to me, it felt light. I said, "This is the DOUBLE burger?" He said, "Yes!" No...the correct answer was NO! Also, there was no sauce for the nuggets.
Now, that irritated me, but I thought, well...that will teach me to waste my 4 dollars on fast food. So, this week, I upgraded to a local, non-chain, burrito bar and created my own healthy burrito.
But, even in the more upscale environment, for a higher price, I encountered the same vacant eyed service. This time from a young woman, about the same age as the young man...19 to 22ish. She was making me a burrito...it was the vegan one on the menu...with one additional item. I wanted just a few black olives, let's say 6 slices of olive. "I would like the vegan special with a few, just a very few, black olives on it," I instructed.
Simple enough, I thought. But still, she asked me every question as she put the burrito together in a vacant, zombie fashion. "Do you want tomatoes?" YES. "Do you want guacamole?" YES. "Do you want beans?" YES. "Do you want sauce?" YES. WAIT. OLIVES. JUST A FEW. OLIVES! OLIVES! JUST...A....FEW! She slams a fistful of olives onto the burrito...enough to feed a small army of olive lovers. Not in an angry way...but in a vacant, zombie way. So, I ask her to remove the olives and she does...one by one...like a zombie. Then, she "cooks" my burrito. Only, she doesn't, because, zombies can't cook things. She obviously isn't giving it time to cook, as she wafts it over the grill. She gives it to me cold and doughy. SIGH!
I mean, I don't really believe we should get good customer service for under 10 dollars. But no customer services seems odd. Not even a vague understanding of what products your establishment sells, seems odd. Should I just go up to the counter and say, "Give me 5 dollars worth of whatever you want to stick in a bag? Don't bother to cook it, I can make fire at home." I do think there is absolutely no incentive to work in this country, so we need to come up with some new values that don't involve getting paid for a job well done. Because, let's face it, nobody is paid properly to do a good job anymore.
