Dear Service Workers:

Thank you for giving up your weekends so that we can enjoy ours.

I appreciate that while we're taking a break from our work week and hanging out with friends, you're working your ass off to serve us drinks, deliver food, provide us with movie tickets and popcorn, and make sure we have groceries for the next week.

May your tips be plentiful and your feet receive massages.

Love,

Sarah

awww. Yay, thanks.

Though I wish I got tips :-(

Yes, thank you to the service workers!

[Edited on May 14, 2006 by Skank_Zero]

Agreed!

youre welcome. shitty service worker for four years (thanks a lot fuckin college)

random thank yous and cigarettes are sometimes all that stand between me the slaying of myself or random drunk assholes stumbling into my store.

Hear, Hear. There's been quite a few customers I've wanted to slap around in my time. I stack shelves in a grocery store, and generally the bad customers come in two types
1) The person who's pissed off for having to wait in line and demands you put more people on the registers. Yes sir, we actually keep our checkout girls in pods out the back, I'll just pop out and reanimate a few for you.
2) The person who thinks you've got the IQ of a brick because you stack shelves. Yes sir, working at 10pm on a friday means that I miss all the important lectures at uni

Oh well, rant over

Ugh, I think being a stock boy was the worst with customers for me. But I am awesome at breaking down cardboard boxes at speed now, so it wasn't all bad.

Here's to working for Hallmark during Mother's Day, Valentine's Day, and Christmas weeks.

Boxes are fine once you get the hang of it. I pity the poor bastards who don't get carton cutters though

thank you, sweetie. that made my night.

Ah, you don't really need a box cutter. You just push in the side of the box where the tape comes down from the top a bit, then you can get your finger behind the tape and pull it off. Much easier that way. At least I think so.

Hmm, would work, though I must admit I can't go to work without my trusty cutter. I've actually filed down the locking mechanism on mine so that the blade won't lock open or closed. That way opening the knife, cutting the box and closing it is the one movement.

Man, I can't believe I'm discussing the technicalities of box-cutting with someone. I live an interesting life

[Edited on May 15, 2006 by witty_pseudonym]

mothers day brunch was filled with stupid old people. it made me mad. MAD I SAY!

oh and old people tip like shit. i dont work in one of those turnover places, so this is a problem. now my poor g/f is at work dealing with them.

it's nice to be appreciated. working in the mall was hell, and sometimes working in a smaller store isn't much better. i am personally happy to work through the weekend for all you regular work week peoples so that i can go out and get things done without having to face huge crowds when i do have days off.

and a big thank you to restaurant staff, for putting up with crazy days like Mother's Day. my mom really appreciates it, too, i'm sure.

I work at a liquor store. Alcoholics are often lucky they don't get lashed out at.

dear starbucks person,

i am sorry my mommy yelled at you today. in her defense you did give her an almond croissant instead of a chocolate one three times in a row. she is allergic to almonds. normally i would have said something, but it was mothers day.

thank you,
freckle

I wouldn't worry too much. Service people quickly develop a thick external hide of apathy

thank you!

i work in a bakery in a grocery store. our stores are the only grocery stores in the country that have certified organic bakeries that do production in store. and i tell you what, we are NOT as appreciated as we should be. i wish everyone had to work 6 months in a service industry job. it would make them a different people.
on the day before every major holiday for four years, i have been told by at least one customer that i ruined their holiday by not having the bread they wanted. well, i'm sorry that a loaf of bread will make or break your christmas/easter/thinksgiving/mothersday/fathersday/fourthofjuly celebration, but maybe you should have called and had us set something aside for you or possibly come in before 30 min before we close. i dunnno call me crazy. also please keep in mind that since we bake everything fresh every day, we might run out of something. it happens. and on that note please cut us a break the day after thanksgiving and christmas those days we will not have our whole line of bread. we have families too and can't possibly work 365 day a year. give us those two days at least, wouldja?

wow. sorry for the rant. i just wish some people could step out of their lives for a moment and realize that service industry workers are people too.

Here's one from just YESTERDAY. I'm just going to copy and paste.

Executive summary: royal bitch's crotch dropping shits on my floor at work, I ask her to clean it up, she refuses, says it's my job.

I once had a customer (this is by deduction mind you, I only saw the after effects) go into our baby aisle. Open a bag of nappies. Change a baby's diaper, crack open a bottle of baby wipes, clean the baby up and then hide both the shit covered diapers and baby wipes in the very back corner behind the stock so that no-one would see it. If a customer had spotted it we would have been sued.

For those of you thanking us workers for our aid to your lives please remember this when Pizzas are delivered to your house faster than we said they'd be.....cause if you order 4 pizzas for your party and they get there in 20 minutes when we said an hour and you tip a whopping $3 on a $70 order we tend to get pissed.

******sorry had to rant cause this happened to me 3 times on Saturday Night****

I too work in a hotel...

Who pukes in the stairwell at a wedding and doesn't say anything?

I have been doing it for a long time! No problem!

One time, I was in a Denny's...drunker than hell. I ended up puking in the bathroom. My aim was off and I made a mess. I had enough wits about me to feel like a complete fucker when the guy came in with a mop & bucket. I told him that I made the mess and I'll clean it up. He was confused. I told him to get the manager. The manager came and I told him what happened. I said "I don't think that it's right that he has to clean up after me...and I'll clean it up myself. The manager said "ok" and let me do it.

I've worked service jobs...and I've had to clean up after inconsiderate assholes...I just had this uncontrollable guilt over the thought of this guy having to mop up my puke.