I swear, I'm going to end up punching him one of these days. He's such a fucking cock, I don't want to deal with him anymore. He was rude, condescending, and all out an asshole all day. I was double barring with him while Paul was training Jami, and handed him a bunch of frappuccinos for frappuccino land, and he walked away from them, back to the bar where I was standing and finishing drinks, and proceeded to start the hot drinks. I said, "Oh, I'll make the frappuccinos then!" and walked over there to do so. When I took my ten, he monopolized the bar, that Paul was supposed to be training on. When I got on the floor, I started deploying people, so that breaks could be finished, and he was fucking livid that I dared to put him on the register. Tough fucking shit, everyone has to do it, asshole. I was ever so pleasant to the pissant, but he could do nothing but be an ass. Kim was on her break, and he would walk away from the register and make drinks, leaving a line of customers! He was rude to me, Kim said he pissed Kyle off. He was rude to Kyle right in front of me. Just because there was a miscommunication, does not mean that it is Kyle's fault! He had to go home, it was time for his shift to be over. Asshole can go play hide and go fuck himself. We're going to document everything that happens, starting with today.
Roughly 10:30ish, Tuesday, June 28th, 2005.
Present: Myself, Kyle and Oscar.
What was said:
O: Did you forget to mark three grande lowfat chai's? *condescending tone*
K: No, I was told to go home.
O: Wasn't it your job to mark them?
Oscar turns away and mumbles
He was a dick the entire shift. I don't know what crawled up his ass and died, but he needs to get it out before I kill him. Putting me in tears while we are closing isn't fucking nice either.