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You know the type of person who runs around at top speed doing EVERY job because apparently noone else can do them properly, you're too stupid or slow or incompetent to do the work? Then when you have actually managed to something--and you thought you'd done it correctly-- they think they can speak to you in a voice dripping with contempt and tell you you didn't do it right and can you just not touch anything if you're not going to do it correctly?

Yeah, I had a fun night. Except that...you know...I didn't. I'd already had a bad day because I had someone in the drive through corner with me who hovered over me and made me incredibly nervous. Now this person was very nice and sweet and was honestly being helpful, but she was hovering and reaching over and punching things in the second I hesitated while looking for them. It made me really nervous. So I was getting a little lost trying to follow what had been done and what hadn't and making mistakes.

Then a customer came back through and said I hadn't reloaded her SBuxs card correctly, the amount wasn't correct...I went over the receipts with her, showing her where I added everything...showing her how it said Balance right next to the final balance left on her card...she insisted she had been shorted...I went and got the shift supervisor. It turns out the woman had been looking at the TIME...on the TOP of the reciept the time is printed...in military hours, so it said 13:01. Yeah...see, the BALANCE is the part that has the dollar sign and the period separating the numbers...and the TIME has the colon separating the numbers. And how does a person get to be over forty damn years old without hearing of military time?

Another group of four got up to the window and decided they wanted to pay for they're drinks separately...after they'd all already been taken and there were three other orders behind them. Everything had to be rerung.

So you see, I hadn't had a very good day. And then Miss Perfect showed up.

I can't tell you how many times tonight I heard, "I'll do this. I can get it. I'll finish this." and actually had things taken out of my hands. I try not to think poorly of people, not to speak hatefully of them. Cultivating negativity doesn't help anyone, including myself. It keeps me from focusing on working to improve myself. But she's very difficult for me to tolerate.