Sunday, November 20, 2011

IHOP: International House of PHUCKERY.

In order to work at IHOP you clearly only need to have completed 2 semesters of middle school...MAX. 

as far as i can remember IHOP and i have always had a positive relationship. we've had a rough day here and there, but for the most part we've managed to be civil. welp my friends all that ended today. 

now some may say my hangover was effecting my mood, i however beg to differ. the MORONS working there effected my mood. 

1. IHOP hires the guest stars of "How to catch a predator." this guy was not our server, and thank god for it. he was tall, skinny and had the creepiest baby mustache i've ever done seen. on top of that he kept touching the heads of the children and doing little dances every time someone said "rooty tooty fresh and fruity." i wasn't sure if i wanted to punch him, or call Chris Hanson.

2. IHOP hires serves that have no idea what waiting a table is. as many of you know i work in a restaurant, so maybe i'm a snot but i feel as if serving tables is not rocket scientist. you have a section, you know that section, YOU LOVE THAT SECTION. when your table goes from being empty to being sat, common sense should tell you to go up and talk to the nice people. maybe take a drink order, you know. server stuff. it took him 15 minutes to come to the table. he stood there and watched us FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES. ok Danny (his name) get with it. 

3. the girl working the cash register should know how to work the said register. her name was Barbie. that should have been a red flag. we go to pay and the moron has no idea how to divide up our bill. so she ended up charging Brooke for both my and her sandwiches. then another person we were with had to pay twice because she rang  up his food on two separate tabs. once Brooke and i realized something was wrong, Barbie said there was nothing she could do and we needed to figure it out ourselves...really barbs? 

4. the manager yelled at me. after we realized how dumb cash register girl is, i took it upon myself to ask the manager if she could re-ring us up so Brooke didn't have the charge on her card. i looked at the manager and literally explained what happened to her FOUR times. she had no idea what i was doing, and all she could do is yell. YELL. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND." she yelled this at me FOUR times, FOUR. i ended up looking at her and yelling back "NEVER MIND." 

there was so much dumb working in that place, that i feel as if i lost a few vital IQ points. needless to say IHOP, i will be taking my breakfast elsewhere. Pancake House seems like that could be a winner.