Y'all this is so lame but humor me

[cleolinda]

Okay, you guys, this is super lame but apparently the final Twilight trailer is coming out tonight, and there was a SNEAK PEEK last night that convulsed me with laughter (THE TREE CLIMBING OMG) so I am totally on board with this, and apparently they're going to show it on Entertainment Tonight in full this evening, and then it's going live on THE WIDGET, and an hour later you'll be able to get it in HD on MySpace, and I am sorry, I am not going to goddamn MYSPACE, so here we are with THE WIDGET. Oh my God, this is so lame. Anyway, come back whenever (please refer to countdown on THE WIDGET) to see TEH EXCLOOSIV TRAILAR, which you can only get here on my journal (or anywhere else someone posted THE WIDGET).

Also: Y'ALL SOMEBODY SASSED MY MOM AT THE MCDONALD'S EVERYONE IS GONNA DIE. I think you know what this means: it's time to revisit the entry that explains why we can't ever go back to Sonic.


ETA: From annlarimer: How To Be The Perfect Pre-Teen Vampire Pin-Up. "Gaze: menacing, yet seductive. Look, we all know why you're here: to scare girls into puberty."

ETA 2: New ‘Twilight’ Trailer Tonight! Film Your Reactions And You May Wind Up On MTV! MTV: Encouraging psycho fan wank since May 2008.

Comments

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

Actually, she just drove home grumbling. That girl has no idea how lucky she was to escape with her life and sanity.

(Actual sass: they argued for like five minutes about how the ice cream machine was broken, AGAIN, and then the girl confirms her ice cream-less order and says, "So, YOU WANT DESSERT WITH THAT?")

[iamshadow.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Although, in the girl's defence, you work a till, and the scripted lines you have to say do just come out without you having any control over them. You end up like Pavlov's dog, upselling and asking if they want bags or are paying card or cash without even realising you're doing it. It's automatic.

[tygress.livejournal.com]

Exactly. Thus why I have started to answer my house phone with "Sheriff's Radio." XD

[cleolinda.livejournal.com]

Well, according to the way my mother told the story, she said "YOU WANT DESSERT WITH THAT" like she was daring her to ask for something else. Which sounds paranoid, except that I have never heard a McDonald's employee ask that as a scripted line before--usually it's "You want fries with that" or "You want the value size" or whatever.

[iamshadow.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Coulda been sass, but also could have been her own (unfortunate, in this case) quirk on a final line. I know I used to do that: I'd have my own variation on a scripted line that was close enough to the company standard to be acceptable to the bosses, but different enough from what all the other girls were saying to make me feel like I still had some individuality.

I've been offered desserts at McDonalds restaurants in Australia, but just as if not more often I've been asked if I want to upsize my meal, want extra drinks, etc. It's all upselling, and each franchise is going to be different, also. So, you might never get offered desserts at one store, but another store, or another shift manager might insist that employees under their watch use a certain upselling technique or offer.

(I've never actually worked at a McDonalds, though I've had friends who have. I have worked in a supermarket and in a couple of different Target stores, though, and everywhere you have to be upselling or promoting something, even if it's just the new store loyalty card.)

[ambiguousreason.livejournal.com]

Exactly. This is why I've asked people, who have already told me they don't need a bag, "Is the receipt okay in the bag?"

[batmaz.livejournal.com]

This, this is what I do!

Especially when I'm tired. A couple of months ago, this actually happened, and I promise, my IQ is normally much higher than 5:
Me: That's £so-and-so.
Lady: I don't need a bag thanks.
Me: Okay. *lady pays* Would you like the recept in the bag?
Lady: No no, I don't need a bag.
Me: Sure, that's cool. *detags item and bags it, handing her the bag*
Lady: I- never mind. *takes the bag and leaves*

Man, it makes me want to punch myself in the face.