Thursday, February 22, 2007

Newspaper so costly huh?

This happened the next day after the event of a customer giving hong bao happened. It was very busy and so as soon as one party leaves the table, another would occupy it, so there is not time in between to clear the table. This lady asked me to clear the table, and I did it.

Then later the manager came and asked me if I had seen any newspaper anywhere. I said no. After some time again the manager wanted to confirmed. She told me this lady said she put a newspaper on the table and I cleared it and threw in the dustbin. But actually nothing like that happened.

I know very well we are to be careful about foreign objects that are on the table. So if there really was any newspaper on the table I would have asked her if it was hers, and left it there. But she claims that I cleared the newspaper with the trays and trashed it. How crazy?

Anyway I was asked by manager to (hehe) act as though I'm searching the dustbins for the newspaper. Ok I can hear some of you going "Ewww" but don't worry I wore gloves to search the bin.

In between the trouble I was encountered by another customer whose trays I cleared wrongly. He was not there in the table at point of clearing, but a kid was there and he said "Thank you thank you" when I cleared! This customer said he still wanted the coke. I said I'm really sorry about it. He was a Malay guy but thank God, he was nice enough to just smile and say "It's okay" and let me go. Later I once again apologized to him.

Oh the newspaper was not found because it simply did not exist! There was no newspaper! Anyway she left after some time, so that is settled.

Well that's it for McDonald stories now. Now I'm taking a one week leave from work to finish my exams. So the next stories will be told in March J

Phyuchure Laiphe

Ah today morning when I was waiting at the bus stop for 23, a quite old man came over to me and said "Thambi, (blah blah) tamil teriyuma?" [Translations are below, but try to read it :P] Reluctantly, I said "Konchom theriyum, yaen?"
"Naan jyothsiyarru, onnode phyuchure laiphe-(future life)-aye paththi solldraen." Luckily bus 23 came in time so I could just say "No no" and get out of there (Phew!) C'mon my future life is secure in God's hands. Why do I need to know about it from a man when I can know it from God? How can a man know what's in my future, when he doesn't know his future itself? The Indians who believe in astrology, palmistry and stuff like that got to seriously blind! And what a waste of money!

Translations:

"Thambi, (blah blah) tamil teriyuma?" – Young brother, (blah blah) do you know tamil?

"Konchom theriyum, yaen?" – I know a little, why?

"Naan jyothsiyarru, onnode phyuchure laiphe-aye paththi solldraen." – I'm an astrologer, I'll tell you about your future life.

Oh by the way, I'm posting this from Microsoft Office Word 2007 which has blogging support. Cool huh?

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Customer turned Boss

This happened a few days ago at McDonalds while I was working. I was doing lobby, which is basically clear the trays, clean tables, do a bit of greeting customers, sweep/mop floors and such lobby duties. When I was running about clearing the trays, a customer (supposedly) tapped me on the shoulder and asked me for a pen and paper. Confused, I asked the floor manager and she gave the articles to me, and I passed them to him. Then while I was cleaning the table next to him, he shook hands and said "Happy New Year". He asked me about what I'm doing and stuff, then wished me all the best for exams. I thanked him many times and even complimented "You're very nice, Sir!"

Then I went around, and the floor manager called me and said, "The uncle is calling you." I was like "What the heck?". Then I went to him and he wished me "Happy New Year" again, and gave me Hong Bao. I was a bit reluctant to accept but then I did. He also gave to another worker doing the lobby.

Ok I don't know how much it is, but it was not respectful to open up and see how much it is until later on, so I just went to the staff room and kept it in my bag. But the floor manager, thinking that the customer is crazy, asked me to open and see how much. It was four dollars, but somehow this hong bao of four dollars was much much more precious to me than the eight dollars hong bao that McDonalds was giving all workers for at least 6 hours work. That's because the person who gave it made me smile, gave me a lot of happiness in those few minutes of encounter.

It had the name "Victor Tan" and that person's address on it, so that gave confusion, as our McDonald's boss is Mr Victor, but I don't know his last name. So we were like, "Is he our boss? is he our boss??" No the person was not our boss (we had a picture of the boss). But then came even more confusion as it seemed that this "customer" must be P.A. or relative of the boss, who came on his behalf, acting as a customer. Hehe he exclaimed to me "Don't worry, I'm a customer, not the manager!"

We had a lot of confusion going on like, and I was suspecting that the floor managers and the boss had all planned this act to surprise the lobby workers, which happened to be me and another guy. But the floor manager acted like she didn't know anything. Another thing is that somehow he came to know that I checked how much is in it (remember, I was forced to do so) and told me, the amount of money doesn't matter, it's the heart of the person that matters, and I said "I agree to that completely". I really do agree. Even if it's just a cent, given with a loving heart, it's worth more than gold and diamonds given with no love.

Oh, and the best reason for all the confusion is that he talked with the floor manager, plus he did not buy anything at all from our restaurant.

More McDonald stories on the way... Thanks for all your tags by the way :) (hehe it rhymes :P)

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Ronald McDonald DID THIS TO ME!!!!!!

My feet are aching like crazy. I can hardly walk. I was limping for the last one and half hour of work, on my way to bus terminal, inside the bus, on my way to Reski, in another bus, and on my way back to my room! Ah my feet are crying out like anything, I have been torturing them. Feet, I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I didn't mean to do it to you guys. You bear my whole weight and help me walk around freely and without any need for armchair, clutches or equipments likewise. I'm sorry for having tortured you so much for the first time today...

Ah tomorrow AGAIN I got work, but I REALLY REALLY REALLY hope and pray that they put me in the "Filet-o-Fish" station. Today I was doing lobby, which means WALKING WALKING AND MORE WALKING... Filet station is much more relaxing. Hands don't get as tired and sore like feet do. It's just the heat that I have to bear but I'm already used to it.

Another thing is that I suspected that I'm being underpaid. I brought the matter to them and gave them the schedule in which I worked in January. The payroll manager said he will check it out and let me know tomorrow. I also came to know the correct pay per hour. It is 3.20/hr if you don't work on weekends, 3.50/hr (including weekdays) if you work on one weekend, and 3.80/hr (inc. weekdays) if you work on both weekends.

I don't know if I'd go to work tomorrow, I want to but my feet are hurting... If I don't go, I'll miss 1) Double Pay 2) Hong Bao...