80% whining, 20% sarcasm

My name is Amanda. My name is also common, screw you people.

I'm a nerd, and not usually in the cool way. Usually in the awkward way that doesn't go outside enough and makes jokes that no one else finds hilarious.

November 16, 2011 4:04 pm
forfutureskies:

chrispinesbulge:fuckyeahdementia:


fuck the police

wat

this is the cake i want for my birthday, take note

I’m still decent friends with a few of the supervisors at our local DQ, I need to make them do this for me on the down low.

forfutureskies:

chrispinesbulge:fuckyeahdementia:

fuck the police

wat

this is the cake i want for my birthday, take note

I’m still decent friends with a few of the supervisors at our local DQ, I need to make them do this for me on the down low.

(via viacheslav-romanov)

May 27, 2011 12:27 am
Insert Witty Opening Title Here: I work at Dairy Queen, not Burger King, and you can't "have it your fucking way"

kg1507:

I generally like my job. I love my boss. I like almost all of my coworkers. It’s the customers I can’t stand. Don’t get me wrong, a lot of them are fine, but then there are the ones who just make it their mission to ruin your day. Some examples of things that have happened to me at work…

  1. A…

OH JESUS THIS IS MY LIFE. I’m a supervisor finishing up my training and maybe it’s because I’m in the midwest but people aren’t quite that crazy here.
We still get the particular orders (e.g. I want a cheeseburger, but only with onions and on a wheat bun and can I get that lightly toasted?) but I’ve yet to get a banana split with 3 different kinds of ice cream.

What really has started to irritate me is when people get their panties in a twist if you don’t read their orders back EXACTLY the way they said them.
“I want a number 3, well done, with a coke”
“Alright I’ve got a number 3 with a coke, will there be anything else?”
“I wanted it well done”
“Yes ma’am”
“Do you have that?”
“…. your total is $6.28”

We only have one way of cooking your burger, princess. You’re not special.

I also had a woman literally scream at me for not putting her Moolatte in two cups. She was a bitch and a half. I seriously hope she’s medicated or tranquilized or dead or something by now because there’s no way that’s functioning in any society.

April 29, 2011 7:48 am

The other day when I left work I made a “Rocky Road” blizzard. To the best of my knowledge no such blizzard actually exists as approved by DQ - but I made it with:

Chocolate soft serve
Dip cone coating
Spanish peanuts (we don’t have almonds)
Marshmallow creme

It’s so wonderful, I’m eating the leftovers of it now.