Thursday, November 19, 2009

Five minutes before ten...

Don't you hate it when you're cleaning at the end of your night shift and then people show up five minutes before you close?

Everything is so shiny and sparkly and pretty...and then you see headlights pulling in....A dreaded feeling feels your chicken warrior heart....And you wait....


The only thing now is to pray. Pray to the chicken gods that they WILL. NOT. EAT. IN!


They walk in, all giggly, like they're doing it on purpose.

Your guard is up.


They ask for the four chicken wing meal.

Typical.

It's like they have X-Ray vision...Scanning all the racks for something we DO NOT have.

Well, you apologize, state that you do not have any wings in any recipe.


They give you that look.....And you think...Yes, they DID do this on purpose, those conniving bastards!



You decide to look at them back. The great look of: What the hell did you think you were gonna get at 9:58?! (We close at 10 for anyones information.)


They are appalled at this look.


And they stand their ground!

They decide to order something else. Their friends all order something.


One of them probably orders something that takes five minutes...oh, and they'll wait.

They'll ALWAYS WAIT.....

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Working a night shift.

I'm not sure if all night shifts are the same at KFC or even if they are all the same at different restaurants.


However, my nightshift has it's pros and cons.

The pros are that night shift is relaxed, slow, and pretty much easy.

The cons are there are usually lazy people working.

I have no problem when we're slow and we're caught up, if you want to sit down, talk, whatever.

However, when we have a job to do...I don't need someone sitting in the office (A Godforsaken area that I hate) doing nothing while I have to do all the work.

I know a lot of people out there feel it too.

The worst part is, youwork with cool people.....and you like them...but then, you're pissed off when they sit down, pointedly ignoring the trash that has to be swept up or the chicken that has to replaced on display.

Oh, ESPECIALLY when they are talking about how they are the only ones doing all the work.


Anger. Fury. Death.

So I trot around, doing everything.


However, my day lights up when a customer compliments me.

It's like: OH! You do see me slaving and tormenting over everything while other people sit down! How nice of you! Please do come back!



Anyways, nightshifts are merely tiring. Making sure everything is clean, picking up behind people, everything is stocked and replaced. Then finally clockingout and going home, knowing that tommorow, you'll go through it again.

Yay.


Oh well, money is money!^^

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I AM the Chicken Warrior!

However, I do not save chickens nor kill them.

I'm more like the guys at the morgue who prepare them for their funeral when it comes.


For these guys though, not a very good funeral.

I work at KFC, and I have nothing against chickens, I promise.

However, you would never think that after highschool, all drama would be gone.

Wrong!

I could write a book on KFC and all the things that go on behind the scenes and this is sorta what this blog will be. Like a book.