I hate my job

[memesocks]

The "Customer Service" Meme



You know how dealing with customers and/or workers can be.  Most of the time it's a giant thorn in your side and one great big headache.  So what happens when it's your character in that situation?

Here's what you do!

● Comment with your character's name and canon in the subject line (with either a blank or non-blank comment, I don't care).
● Other's will comment with their character either giving a store complaint, returning an item, or whatever else customer services is used for.
● Play out the scene and have fun!
● Lather, rinse and repeat.

Comments

Gabranth | Final Fantasy XII & Dissidia

[wotdriveshim]

[This is Noah Gabranth. Ignore his suspiciously scratched nametag. He works in terrible conditions in a crime-ridden neighborhood with dumb coworkers and insensitive supervisors for horrific pay, all to pay for his ailing mother since his douchebag of a brother left home to play soldier because hatred is what drives him. Apparently.

This is why he doesn't smile when you come up to the counter and instead drones--]

Welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?

[FML.]

Re: Gabranth | Final Fantasy XII & Dissidia

[ondoreslies]

[This customer is making his order over the phone, because you can do that at McDonalds right?]

Ah, yeah, I'd like to order one flowering cactoid juice and a flan mcflurry and a happy meal with extra happy for delivery. The name is Captain Basch fon Ronsenburg, and if you could deliver it to Dalmasca, that'd be great.

[wotdriveshim]

...

[CLICK.

How's that for happy?]

Loki | Marvel Movieverse/comics | OTA

[complicatedliar]

[Do you remember the Bastard Operator From Hell? We have coffee every Tuesday.]

Subject 16 | Assassin's Creed

[ghostintheanimus]

[If you got the hints in the prerecorded message to enter the first ten digits on pi on your phone's keypad, you have successfully connected to tech support.]

Albert Hillsborough | Gone

[runsthistown]

[OOC: early in the canon!]

The McDonald's in the FAYZ is the only restaurant of any sort that's actually open, and not a looted shell with all the 'fun stuff' stolen (given that the average age in the FAYZ is currently hovering around ten years old, 'fun stuff' mostly seems to be canned of compressed whipped cream). The 'open' sign faces out to the street like an invitation, and while the eating area is empty, the lights are all shining on newly polished counters, tables and chairs. The floor's even been recently mopped. The only part of the eatery that isn't cleaned up yet is the ball pit, because Albert hasn't had much time to read the manual on how, exactly, the vacuum-looking machine that's supposed to do that works.

Albert's running low on stock, but he's a bit wed to the concept of running this place. It gives him a way of being productive, and a certain amount of social capital - a term he's only recently picked up, although he expects he's been familiar with the concept since he was old enough to talk. He stands behind the counter, wiping fry grease off of one of the cash registers, when the bell at the top of the front door opens.

Doing the employee handbook proud, he turns to the newcomer. "Welcome to McDonald's. Can I take your order?"

[dragonspooker]

One must wonder how the hell Lina Inverse wound up here, but don't wonder too much. It is very, very like that the phrase 'a wizard did it' rings true here. Either way, she's standing there in front of the counter in all her fantasy-land-outfitted, four-foot-ten glory, arms folded as she considers the menu.

Admittedly she can't read the words, but she can see the pictures. And while there's not much in the way of pictures, all that other stuff up there has to be food, right?

Finally, she plunks a bag of coins on the counter.

"I'll take five of everything."

She's dead serious.

[runsthistown]

Albert just blinks for a moment, then decides that a customer is a customer, and maybe once she's sitting down he can ask her how she got here and why she's wearing Dungeons and Dragons gear. He walks to the back and returns with the meager remaining stock of the McDonald's.

"I only have four sausage patties and some fries. You can have five fries." He takes off his glasses and tries to wipe a grease smudge off of them with a rag. "But I have to ration the sausage patties."

In the real world, where money was still a thing, he'd just charge her for all four patties. Unfortunately, that is not the case here.

[dragonspooker]

"What."

There's a tone of mild surprise, heavily coated with annoyance. Lina scowls, then leans on the counter, giving Albert quite the Look™. Her temper hasn't kicked up yet, but it's close to coming undone. "What kind of restaurant you tryin' to run here, huh?"

[runsthistown]

Oh. It's one of those customers. Were Albert an actual employee of McDonald's, he'd refer her to the manager, but given that he's the only one around, it seems he'll have to deal with this himself.

"Well, we've stopped receiving shipments of food, so I have to ration the sausage patties so we don't run out too fast," he explains. "Unless you want to give me something in return for them, but right now I'm running a free operation."

So I make the rules is implied, but he doesn't make it explicit.

[dragonspooker]

For several moments, Lina stares, then nudges the bag she'd set on the counter toward him, and were he to look at it, the top of it's loose enough to show the gold pieces inside. "I did give you something, guy," she answers. "Or are you looking more to barter goods?"

[runsthistown]

Albert takes the bag, examines it, and pushes it back towards her.

"Goods. Unless you've got a couple hundred more pounds of that, it's really pretty worthless. We don't have a gold currency system." Or any currency system, at the moment. "What else have you got?"