Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2016 22:55:22 GMT
"I have a non-fat sugar-free soy triple-shot vanilla latte with matcha sprinkles for Kiki!" called Jyothi as she set the drink down on the service counter. Kiki seemed to be about to break the standing record they had on the whiteboard in the back by the sinks as to the Nastiest Drink Made to Order. The contest ran every month, and whichever barista won got to pick their choice of merchandise from the studio's giftshop, up to $50 in value. It wasn't official, but management was happy to run the contest to keep the cafe employees somewhat satisfied with their lot.
Jyothi had two different USBC sweaters and had sent her Dad a baseball cap...and if Kiki got her to first place again, this month, she had had her eye on a tacky headset-wearing teddy-bear for her mother.
Kiki--or the heap of polished platinum everything which one could only assume made up what was known as Kiki--dropped her iPhone from ear to shoulder only long enough to fix Jyothi with a withering glare.
"I want this to go," she snapped.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am, I'll get that into a to-go cup for you right away," said Jyothi, already reaching for the top of the towering column of paper cups and cursing whoever had done the re-stocking for stacking them nearly too high for her to reach. Just make two damn piles, we can afford the minute loss of counterspace...ugh! She deftly managed to pour the drink from the ceramic mug to the paper cup without spilling a drop, and half-smiled to herself in appreciation of her own dexterity and timing.
"What are you DOING?"
"...putting it in a to-go cup?" Jyothi could already feel this was the wrong answer, even if it was the accurate answer.
"No, you've slopped all the matcha to the bottom and it is ruined," said Kiki, scoffing as if by explaining she had been forced to go behind the counter and fetch everything for herself. "I want you to make it again--properly--and as you've made me late, now, I want a full refund."
"If you're so late it's only going to make you later if I make it again and process the refund when we only have one till open and there's a line of other customers waiting to be served. Ma'am."
"Ugh!" Kiki snatched back the full paper cup before Jyothi had even managed to snap the lid into place, and came perilously close to spilling the whole drink everywhere. "I will be back after my very important meeting to speak to your manager!" she hissed before she stalked off back towards the lobby, already recounting her harrowing experience for the benefit of whoever was on the other end of her phone call. "I cannot believe how rude--"
Jyothi slid her glance over to the shift-manager, who had watched the whole exchange while dropping chunks of banana into the blender, and shrugged.
"...lucky you..." she muttered as she went to serve her next customer, and the shift manager snorted lightly.
Jyothi stepped behind the till just as the other barista whirled away to begin grabbing the cinnamon buns and carrot-cake squares ordered by the previous customer. The line was snaking all over the place--as it did when they were busy, and Jyothi waved her arm in the air.
"Can I help who's next?" she called.
Jyothi had two different USBC sweaters and had sent her Dad a baseball cap...and if Kiki got her to first place again, this month, she had had her eye on a tacky headset-wearing teddy-bear for her mother.
Kiki--or the heap of polished platinum everything which one could only assume made up what was known as Kiki--dropped her iPhone from ear to shoulder only long enough to fix Jyothi with a withering glare.
"I want this to go," she snapped.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am, I'll get that into a to-go cup for you right away," said Jyothi, already reaching for the top of the towering column of paper cups and cursing whoever had done the re-stocking for stacking them nearly too high for her to reach. Just make two damn piles, we can afford the minute loss of counterspace...ugh! She deftly managed to pour the drink from the ceramic mug to the paper cup without spilling a drop, and half-smiled to herself in appreciation of her own dexterity and timing.
"What are you DOING?"
"...putting it in a to-go cup?" Jyothi could already feel this was the wrong answer, even if it was the accurate answer.
"No, you've slopped all the matcha to the bottom and it is ruined," said Kiki, scoffing as if by explaining she had been forced to go behind the counter and fetch everything for herself. "I want you to make it again--properly--and as you've made me late, now, I want a full refund."
"If you're so late it's only going to make you later if I make it again and process the refund when we only have one till open and there's a line of other customers waiting to be served. Ma'am."
"Ugh!" Kiki snatched back the full paper cup before Jyothi had even managed to snap the lid into place, and came perilously close to spilling the whole drink everywhere. "I will be back after my very important meeting to speak to your manager!" she hissed before she stalked off back towards the lobby, already recounting her harrowing experience for the benefit of whoever was on the other end of her phone call. "I cannot believe how rude--"
Jyothi slid her glance over to the shift-manager, who had watched the whole exchange while dropping chunks of banana into the blender, and shrugged.
"...lucky you..." she muttered as she went to serve her next customer, and the shift manager snorted lightly.
Jyothi stepped behind the till just as the other barista whirled away to begin grabbing the cinnamon buns and carrot-cake squares ordered by the previous customer. The line was snaking all over the place--as it did when they were busy, and Jyothi waved her arm in the air.
"Can I help who's next?" she called.
