- Jan 22, 2003
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I work at a fast food restaurant called Rubio's Fresh Mexican Grill. Somtimes like tonight I have a really crappy shift. Everyone doesn't know what the hell is on the menu, they ask five billion questions and demand their food be made exactly how they want it made. I really think the kitchen is in the wrong place, they should take the entire kitchen and put it out front and have every ingrediant in front of them so they can make their own dang food.
This one guy tonight had so many modifications to his order it was too long for the printer in the kitchen and I had to print out another copy for the cooks. Then this woman got all upset because we gave her a platter that had guacamole. The guacamole happened to be on the side so she didn't even have to eat it if she didn't want to, but she demanded that it be taken completely off the plate. THEN she claimed that there was guacamole in one of her tacos when there wasn't and I had to have another taco made for her. I have to quit this job, these people are literally goint to drive me into the mad house.
This one guy tonight had so many modifications to his order it was too long for the printer in the kitchen and I had to print out another copy for the cooks. Then this woman got all upset because we gave her a platter that had guacamole. The guacamole happened to be on the side so she didn't even have to eat it if she didn't want to, but she demanded that it be taken completely off the plate. THEN she claimed that there was guacamole in one of her tacos when there wasn't and I had to have another taco made for her. I have to quit this job, these people are literally goint to drive me into the mad house.
