Job at a cookie shop in city centre and kiosk in a station.
Not wearing the straw boater hat. (Regularly got told off for this and didn’t care)
Not wearing my name badge.
Talking to passing friends (no customers present)
Giving customers ‘too large’ ice cream scoops.
Giving my younger sibling and their friends broken or stale cookies - to be fair to my work, they did come by quite a lot!
Icing mildly lewd messages on a giant cookie, at customers’ request.
Getting icing on my apron (daily). Loved icing those big cookies!
Flirting with a boy working at another outlet (no customers present).
Mopping the floor badly.
forgetting to freeze dough and leaving it out overnight: the whole batch was chucked.
I was basically Steve Harrington or Robin at Scoops Ahoy with less autonomy, russians & monsters.
Like to think was one of the better workers there, but perhaps not. Manager was a cow but probably long suffering!