I’d call them out every single time. I worked in food service/customer service (yay I can totally clean the kitchen, take orders, deliver orders, work the front desk and phones, process payments, fix mixups and upset customers, order necessary kitchen supplies/ingredients, and be the only one there in the evening for when it gets robbed, noooo problem!) and honey, they didn’t pay me even a fraction of what I needed to give a fuck. It was in a very affluent city in the states and I swear, the people on the poor side were much better decent individuals vs the absolute shitstains that expected everything on a goddamn silver platter, 5 minutes ago, every time.
It gets me all hot and bothered thinking about watching them stumble over themselves as they try to backtrack the words coming from their mouth.
Hilarious and also sad because it’s true. I was privileged to attend a private school for a bit and the grocery store across the street had to ban the students. I also worked 2 jobs at the school so I was able to talk to a lot of the various workers there and got talking to the cafeteria manager.
He told me that the theft at the cafeteria was insane and they had cameras and could identify who was stealing. Overwhelming it was the students from the richest most wealthy families.
Some of us got there through scholarships, some of them got there through money.
I’d call them out every single time. I worked in food service/customer service (yay I can totally clean the kitchen, take orders, deliver orders, work the front desk and phones, process payments, fix mixups and upset customers, order necessary kitchen supplies/ingredients, and be the only one there in the evening for when it gets robbed, noooo problem!) and honey, they didn’t pay me even a fraction of what I needed to give a fuck. It was in a very affluent city in the states and I swear, the people on the poor side were much better decent individuals vs the absolute shitstains that expected everything on a goddamn silver platter, 5 minutes ago, every time.
It gets me all hot and bothered thinking about watching them stumble over themselves as they try to backtrack the words coming from their mouth.
Hilarious and also sad because it’s true. I was privileged to attend a private school for a bit and the grocery store across the street had to ban the students. I also worked 2 jobs at the school so I was able to talk to a lot of the various workers there and got talking to the cafeteria manager.
He told me that the theft at the cafeteria was insane and they had cameras and could identify who was stealing. Overwhelming it was the students from the richest most wealthy families.
Some of us got there through scholarships, some of them got there through money.