Urgh, I go for a very long time without an outburst but sometimes it's just fucking needed. It's like an angry man's version of a tantrum.
The worst/best was when I was a teenager working at Pizza Hut and we'd had expensive new touchscreen tills/ordering systems installed. These were utter wank. Think back to what touchscreens were like over 10 years ago, now imagine shitter, slower, less accurate versions of those, and you're half way to imagining what these machines were like.
The one at the far end of the "restaurant" had been playing up all evening on a Saturday where the queue of people wishing to stuff their faces with pizza that can only really be described as pizza's older, decrepit, saggy aunt, extended out of the door. The place was full of annoying little shitty kids all throwing pizza everywhere and spilling drinks, and youths in their late teens, dipped in Lynx and thinking they're the next Frank Lampard.
This one youth had decided the best way to get a refill on his drink was to just stand up and shout at me across the restaurant. Nobody else seemed to want to help him so I just needed to finish entering the order I was in the middle of doing. Except it wouldn't register me pressing garlic bread with cheese, I kept trying again and again and it still wouldn't.
Yes I'm coming you fat fuck, as soon as this computer registers that table 17 want another 74 portions of garlic bread with cheese, come on, COME ON! Oh. This machine appears to be broken. It doesn't seem to have a screen any more. I'm sorry, your order will be delayed slightly as the ordering system seems to be suffering a technical issue. Please accept this 25% discount from my manager. This? Oh that's glass embedded in my knuckles causing my fist to bleed all over my shirt. Yes it is quite painful, thanks for asking.
Urgh, I go for a very long time without an outburst but sometimes it's just fucking needed. It's like an angry man's version of a tantrum.
The worst/best was when I was a teenager working at Pizza Hut and we'd had expensive new touchscreen tills/ordering systems installed. These were utter wank. Think back to what touchscreens were like over 10 years ago, now imagine shitter, slower, less accurate versions of those, and you're half way to imagining what these machines were like.
The one at the far end of the "restaurant" had been playing up all evening on a Saturday where the queue of people wishing to stuff their faces with pizza that can only really be described as pizza's older, decrepit, saggy aunt, extended out of the door. The place was full of annoying little shitty kids all throwing pizza everywhere and spilling drinks, and youths in their late teens, dipped in Lynx and thinking they're the next Frank Lampard.
This one youth had decided the best way to get a refill on his drink was to just stand up and shout at me across the restaurant. Nobody else seemed to want to help him so I just needed to finish entering the order I was in the middle of doing. Except it wouldn't register me pressing garlic bread with cheese, I kept trying again and again and it still wouldn't.
Yes I'm coming you fat fuck, as soon as this computer registers that table 17 want another 74 portions of garlic bread with cheese, come on, COME ON! Oh. This machine appears to be broken. It doesn't seem to have a screen any more. I'm sorry, your order will be delayed slightly as the ordering system seems to be suffering a technical issue. Please accept this 25% discount from my manager. This? Oh that's glass embedded in my knuckles causing my fist to bleed all over my shirt. Yes it is quite painful, thanks for asking.