Obviously, they hire anyone in fast food, even the horribly immature.
I was scheduled to work tonight until 12am, when the pizza place closed. It hadn't been a good day, I got tipped lousy, I got wacked in the face by a door so hard it cut my lip and gum open and I was bleeding from both, and in one case I had to wait 20 minutes until the person with the money showed up at my delivery stop.
Add to that they wanted me to stay until everything was cleaned up. They wanted me to do the dishes. Now, they also wanted the other driver that night to do the dishes as well but he was nowhere to be found.
So I'm scrubbing an enormous mountain of oily dishes and it's about 1:15 and the other driver finally shows up to help, and I'm already 2/3rds of the way through.
I've already had issues with this driver before: he's incredibly bossy and orders me around even though he's not my superior, and I once snapped at him and told him to stop ordering me around. He'll shove orders in my face and demand I take them somewhere even though I haven't had time to look at mapquest, and he'll always take the best orders and give me only one or two shitty ones.
So he's rinsing with a sprayer, and I'm scrubbing in another sink nearby with a scouring sponge. I'm already soaked because I'm moving fast and I honestly don't care. He starts complaining because a little water from me is supposedly hitting him. I told him that I wasn't doing it on purpose, that I was just rushing and he may get a little wet.
Eventually he tells me that if he gets hit by water again, he'd spray me in the face with the sprayer. And then he did. And then did it again a minute later. I told him to stop and he said "Stop splashing water at me then." Finally he sprayed me for the last time and I had a tub of water in the sink I was scrubbing and I tossed it at him.
Even with two managers standing there they couldn't be heard over our arguing. He kept on bitching about being a little wet and me splashing him on purpose. I told him "Look, I'm not fucking splashing you on fucking purpose. I'm trying to get these fucking dishes done and it's already 2 fucking AM and I'm fucking tired and I'm fucking going to miss my class tomorrow morning and I'm fucking soaked here and you're fucking whining about a little fucking water, then wear a fucking smock you fucking ass, you're not wearing anything not even a fucking apron, I'm wearing a fucking apron and I'm soaked, I just want to go fucking home not listen to you bitch and act like an immature cock by spraying me in the fucking face." And he was like "All right bitch, you want to settle this, let's settle this now like men you fucking ass."
The managers tried to get us to continue to work, but then he started slapping me with a spoon because he was getting splashed a little again, and I exploded a second time and said "FUCK THIS SHIT, I'M FUCKING GOING HOME."
I wanted to smash his fucking face in but I just stormed out and left. Fuck that shit.
Whining over a little bit of fucking water. What a fucking crybaby. Fuck that pussy, he needs his fucking face rearranged. I'm sitting here still soaked, and he's whining about a little bit of fucking water splashing him. And I swear, if I were to lose my job over his immaturity, and him hosing me down with the sprayer over getting splashed a little, I'm going to hunt his ass down and fuck him up.
