Food Service Gothic

hell-tax-preparation-expert:

• A customer needs to run back to get something and asks you to watch their infant child at the register. You wait. And you wait. Their child is graduating from the eighth grade now. You wait some more. The child’s prom is coming up. You take their picture. You’re so proud
• The dishwater never leaves the back of the house. They never even seem to leave the restaurant.  At least, not during daylight hours. 
• The customer tells you they have coupons. They pull out a small plastic folder and set a stack of coupons on the counter. They pull out a second small plastic folder and set a stack of coupons on the counter. They pull out a third small plastic folder and set a stack of coupons on the counter. They pull out a fourth small plastic folder… 
• The supply truck comes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. No one ever orders any food. Your manager just asks you to silently take the contents into the walk-in. They tell you to speak of this to no one. 
• The customer asks where the pasta is. You tell them it’s in aisle 3. They yell at you, claiming they looked, and it isn’t there. My mistake, you tell them. It’s been moved to aisle 11. There is no aisle 11. The Manager will feast tonight.  
• The Manager says to take your break at 2. You look at the clock. 1:58. Several minutes later, the clock still reads 1:58. More time passes. The sun is setting. Darkness descends. Still, the clock reads 1:58.