Someone had the genius idea of opening up a Chic-fil-a near where I live. I'm an enormous fan of Chic-fil-a because it's fucking delicious! Anyway, the joint opened on July 11, everyday since then from opening til closing the place is fucking packed. I mean PACKED! The drive thru actual wraps completely around the building and they have to have cops outside making sure no gets their ass beat and their sandwhich stolen. Inside its a fucking madhouse. There are never any available tables. People who already have their food are waiting near the exits like packdogs, looking for a table that appears almost ready to leave. Every register is stacked with customers. Some lines even go out the door.
All this I don't mind. I love Chic-fil-a so much that I even associate with these people who I would normally stear way clear of because I hate them. What pisses me off is the people working there. It's not really the individual employees, they're nice and helpful, it's the manager and what he makes the employees do. Firstly, these people are stacked behind the registries like cord-wood. There's seriously, 2-3 staff persons per register. All this is certainly due to the enormous demand the resteraunt is experiencing now but it makes what the manager does that much worse. This asshole stands behind the employees and gets himself all worked up, I mean he's pissing on his fucking haunches, and every 5 minutes or so he starts yelling, "How are my employees feeling? How are my employees feeling?" You can immediately see the agony in these poor people's faces as the have to reply, "We're feeling happy! H-A-P-P-Y! Yeah!" It's disgusting. The whole resteraunt gets quiet, I know everyone is thinking, "what the fuck was that? Jesus..." At least, that's what I'm thinking. I consider this a personal affront to my privacy. I'm already forced to beat my way to the front of a line, kill the weakest family I see for their table, and post up to anyone trying to horn in on my territory, I don't need some asshole making people scream at me while I'm trying to eek out what little joy resides in my sandwhich. It's not exactly like the manager is hitting his employees with a whip, but it's very, very close.
All this I don't mind. I love Chic-fil-a so much that I even associate with these people who I would normally stear way clear of because I hate them. What pisses me off is the people working there. It's not really the individual employees, they're nice and helpful, it's the manager and what he makes the employees do. Firstly, these people are stacked behind the registries like cord-wood. There's seriously, 2-3 staff persons per register. All this is certainly due to the enormous demand the resteraunt is experiencing now but it makes what the manager does that much worse. This asshole stands behind the employees and gets himself all worked up, I mean he's pissing on his fucking haunches, and every 5 minutes or so he starts yelling, "How are my employees feeling? How are my employees feeling?" You can immediately see the agony in these poor people's faces as the have to reply, "We're feeling happy! H-A-P-P-Y! Yeah!" It's disgusting. The whole resteraunt gets quiet, I know everyone is thinking, "what the fuck was that? Jesus..." At least, that's what I'm thinking. I consider this a personal affront to my privacy. I'm already forced to beat my way to the front of a line, kill the weakest family I see for their table, and post up to anyone trying to horn in on my territory, I don't need some asshole making people scream at me while I'm trying to eek out what little joy resides in my sandwhich. It's not exactly like the manager is hitting his employees with a whip, but it's very, very close.
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