I've been working at the Merc since the new owners purchased it 7 months ago. Basically, I love working there.
I'm a really hard worker, but I'm not one of those "warm, fuzzy" people who can stand and chat for hours about nothing. Besides, they don't need any more of those at the Merc. We already have several that I'd like to... well, never mind. I am the "eldest" member of the Merc team - older than the owner and the manager and every other employee. My personality is more like Maxine, from the Hallmark cards.
The other day I had my first nasty customer. The back part of the Merc is partially hidden by a half wall and unless I see you walk in and sit back there, it's likely you won't be found until closing time. Most people make a point of stopping by and telling me they're going to be in the back.
I was standing at the front doing some work when a lady walks up to me.
"I was just wondering, am I just supposed to wait forever back there before someone takes my order?"
"Why yes ma'am you are. Didn't you see the sign back there that said "Mercantile Purgatory"? Now get your nasty ass back there, sit down, and shut up. And then when you get tired of doing that, go home."
No, I didn't. But I would have if she hadn't caught me so off guard. I am, however, ready for the next one...