I have a question.
Do fast food places like Jack in the Box pay so poorly because the job is so simple any monkey can do it or because the only people that will take the job are inept dipshits dumber than the afore-mentioned monkeys?
Okay, that was a bit harsh. No need to generalize the entire industry. Apologies to those fully competent and intelligent people out there who just happen to work in fast food. Apologies as well as sympathies.
It’s just that… well… okay, look, I know it seems small and petty… but it’s not like it’s the first time… and it happens just infrequently enough that when I finally let off my guard, I get screwed again.
And ordinarily it’s not that big of a deal. But this time…
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Personally, I love pickles. Can’t have too many pickles as far as I’m concerned. But one of the Jumbo Jacks in question was for Karin who despises pickles with a complete and seamless hatred. Loves onions, though, thus the rather specific order shown on the receipt. So when she opened her burger to find nine pickles and absolutely no onions what-so-ever, well, you can imagine her… disappointment.
I know what some of you are thinking: Kirk’s sort of uptight, isn’t he? I mean, come on, it’s a simple transposition error. Anyone could have made it.
But, see, the thing is that when it is your job – a responsibility you are financially compensated to keep – there’s sort of this expectation that because you do it day-in and day-out you are an expert at it. A professional, if I might be so bold. And let’s face it: building a cheeseburger isn’t exactly air-traffic control or atomic biology is it?
But then it occurred to me that in every Jack in the Box commercial I have ever seen, Jack’s employees have been completely incompetent dolts. Think about it. Whenever we’ve seen Jack interacting with his workers, he’s been severely disappointed in their performance. I know I’ve seen him fire someone at least twice.
So it’s not like I haven’t been warned.
I think from now on when I get the rare urge to fill my gut with copious amounts of grease and salt, I’ll do myself a favor and make the drive to Dick’s Drive-In. And if I can’t get out to Dick’s, then I’ll just have to go sans belly-bombs.
Be good for my blood pressure in more ways than one.
UPDATE: No, I did not call the toll-free number at the bottom of the receipt and complain. All they would do is send me coupons for more Jumbo Jacks.