Mon, 27 Jun 2005 23:31:16 +1000
Magical Monday
I think I'm quickly reaching the stage where I just can't be bothered to write posts, like many other people. But I will prevail as long as possible.
Well after months of work, the planetarium re-fit is almost complete, like magic. I spent most of the weekend putting it all together by myself. Theres a few more things to be done (I've got a nice long list of what to do) and it will be all complete.
As of Friday I'm now on holidays - a whole 3 weeks worth, yay. Most of which I will spend at work... I have planned to spend a day or two down in Melbourne though.
It may seem like an odd thing to observe, but after numorous incidents I have worked out that young people involved in the food retail industry need a hell of a lot more training and common sense.
Today I was getting my lunch at the marketplace, I went around to all the usual shops. Wendys seems to be the main offender here. Most of their serving staff are fine (*cough*) young girls (15-18), but like many other young girls (from experience) really have no clue about what they're doing.
Exhibit A: Today I was ordering my usual hotdog with sauce and cheese. So when I was served I say, "Hi. Can I have a hotdog with cheese and sauce please.", to which the girl replied with "Would you like a sausage?". *insert blank expression here* I was tempted to reply with a smart ass comment but decided to go with: "Of course I do." I mean really, what kind of person has a hotdog without a sausage (frankfurt/sausage, meh), if you do please tell me where you live so I can slap you hard.
Exhibit B: A few weeks ago while I was having my ice coffee I watched a girl at Wendys trying to make a milkshake. She had everything else in the blender but forgot about the topping. So she proceeds to take the lid off the blender and put the topping in, with the blender still switched on.
Good thing theres a glass counter infront of where the blender is and I was also a few meters away sitting down.
And you just have to have a money problem.
Exhibit C: The other week I was ordering my usual hotdog with sauce and cheese, which (with a 600mL coke) costs $6.00 (cheese being 50c extra). That day I only had a $50 note which I gave to the girl serving. She comes back from the till with $12 change. The other customers glanced at me and then at the change and nudged me. Being utterly confused at how you could possibly get $12 change for $6 from a single note, I calmly asked her if the cheese was gold plated. She looked at me funny but quickly noticed what she had done and given me my correct change.
This blatent lack of clue doesn't just stop at Wendys.
Exhibit D: A few days ago when I was shopping for my wireless gear, I went to Dick Smith in the morning. I asked one of the staff if they had any wireless network cards. She looked at me funny and said they didn't have any (who knows why a girl is working in an electronics shop anyway). I knew they had them because I called the day before and they said they did and there was also a notice on the window saying they were on special. I visited the store multiple times during the day, asking different staff each time. After being told no 4 times, I finally asked the boss (who I know) to which he said they have 28 of them in stock. One of the staff even asked me what a wireless network card was, but not one of them bothered to ask someone else or look it up. These unknowlegable people must start panicing inside when someone comes in who knows exactly what they want and use words that are more than 6 letters long.
Anyway, enough ranting from me.
Last editted: 23:52:29 Mon 27 Jun 2005
Well after months of work, the planetarium re-fit is almost complete, like magic. I spent most of the weekend putting it all together by myself. Theres a few more things to be done (I've got a nice long list of what to do) and it will be all complete.
As of Friday I'm now on holidays - a whole 3 weeks worth, yay. Most of which I will spend at work... I have planned to spend a day or two down in Melbourne though.
It may seem like an odd thing to observe, but after numorous incidents I have worked out that young people involved in the food retail industry need a hell of a lot more training and common sense.
Today I was getting my lunch at the marketplace, I went around to all the usual shops. Wendys seems to be the main offender here. Most of their serving staff are fine (*cough*) young girls (15-18), but like many other young girls (from experience) really have no clue about what they're doing.
Exhibit A: Today I was ordering my usual hotdog with sauce and cheese. So when I was served I say, "Hi. Can I have a hotdog with cheese and sauce please.", to which the girl replied with "Would you like a sausage?". *insert blank expression here* I was tempted to reply with a smart ass comment but decided to go with: "Of course I do." I mean really, what kind of person has a hotdog without a sausage (frankfurt/sausage, meh), if you do please tell me where you live so I can slap you hard.
Exhibit B: A few weeks ago while I was having my ice coffee I watched a girl at Wendys trying to make a milkshake. She had everything else in the blender but forgot about the topping. So she proceeds to take the lid off the blender and put the topping in, with the blender still switched on.
Good thing theres a glass counter infront of where the blender is and I was also a few meters away sitting down.
And you just have to have a money problem.
Exhibit C: The other week I was ordering my usual hotdog with sauce and cheese, which (with a 600mL coke) costs $6.00 (cheese being 50c extra). That day I only had a $50 note which I gave to the girl serving. She comes back from the till with $12 change. The other customers glanced at me and then at the change and nudged me. Being utterly confused at how you could possibly get $12 change for $6 from a single note, I calmly asked her if the cheese was gold plated. She looked at me funny but quickly noticed what she had done and given me my correct change.
This blatent lack of clue doesn't just stop at Wendys.
Exhibit D: A few days ago when I was shopping for my wireless gear, I went to Dick Smith in the morning. I asked one of the staff if they had any wireless network cards. She looked at me funny and said they didn't have any (who knows why a girl is working in an electronics shop anyway). I knew they had them because I called the day before and they said they did and there was also a notice on the window saying they were on special. I visited the store multiple times during the day, asking different staff each time. After being told no 4 times, I finally asked the boss (who I know) to which he said they have 28 of them in stock. One of the staff even asked me what a wireless network card was, but not one of them bothered to ask someone else or look it up. These unknowlegable people must start panicing inside when someone comes in who knows exactly what they want and use words that are more than 6 letters long.
Anyway, enough ranting from me.
Last editted: 23:52:29 Mon 27 Jun 2005
Tue, 28 Jun 2005 01:04:37 +1000
You're a maniac.
Love, mjec
Love, mjec
