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.]

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?"