I made the unfortunate decision to grab a sandwich here for my flight because I ran out of time to eat at a sit down place. I'd like to think my sandwich would have been better if it had been made to order (although I believe I did that last time I flew and fared not much better.), but being short on time I had to grab a pre-made one out of the rerfigerator case. I think the only two options at the time were tuna salad and ham and cheese. I worried the tuna would be soggy, so I got the ham. I tried to pick the one with the least disturbingly grey looking ham. with a bottle of water, it came to 13.00. I had to request mustard and mayo packets, none were offered or displayed. Bread was downright wet where the lettuce and tomato was which made me envision my sandwich artist spitting directly onto the center of my bread. I tore off the wet bread. crappy distribution – all the cheese was on one side, etc. I seriously questioned if I should be eating ham that color (should have tempted fate and tried the tuna). I tried slathering it up in my off the secret menu mayo and mustard, but nothing could save it. I ate just enough to ensure I wouldn't die of starvation and tossed the rest, lamenting my 13.00 tragedy. Atrocious.
Disgruntled workers are visible on the job as seen by the unseen. The power of observation in conjunction with common sense expresses the state of mind for employees and workers.
Located at Terminal 4 Arrivals where serving the hungry for pickups waiting for loved ones to land and disembark. The cashier sighed heavily to incur work by fulfilling my order as I disturb her precious daydream or idle of peace. The cashier then scowl and abrasively lash at me for being $.01 short of the total bill all for what… one misery cinnamon roll that was stale for yesterday's bread with sugar? Fine. I relinquish a very sticky penny discolored and eroded that was supposedly thrown in a fountain to this disgruntled and abrasively nasty cashier associate.
I made the unfortunate decision to grab a sandwich here for my flight because I ran out of time to eat at a sit down place. I'd like to think my sandwich would have been better if it had been made to order (although I believe I did that last time I flew and fared not much better.), but being short on time I had to grab a pre-made one out of the rerfigerator case. I think the only two options at the time were tuna salad and ham and cheese. I worried the tuna would be soggy, so I got the ham. I tried to pick the one with the least disturbingly grey looking ham. with a bottle of water, it came to 13.00. I had to request mustard and mayo packets, none were offered or displayed. Bread was downright wet where the lettuce and tomato was which made me envision my sandwich artist spitting directly onto the center of my bread. I tore off the wet bread. crappy distribution – all the cheese was on one side, etc. I seriously questioned if I should be eating ham that color (should have tempted fate and tried the tuna). I tried slathering it up in my off the secret menu mayo and mustard, but nothing could save it. I ate just enough to ensure I wouldn't die of starvation and tossed the rest, lamenting my 13.00 tragedy.
Atrocious.
Disgruntled workers are visible on the job as seen by the unseen. The power of observation in conjunction with common sense expresses the state of mind for employees and workers.
Located at Terminal 4 Arrivals where serving the hungry for pickups waiting for loved ones to land and disembark. The cashier sighed heavily to incur work by fulfilling my order as I disturb her precious daydream or idle of peace. The cashier then scowl and abrasively lash at me for being $.01 short of the total bill all for what… one misery cinnamon roll that was stale for yesterday's bread with sugar? Fine. I relinquish a very sticky penny discolored and eroded that was supposedly thrown in a fountain to this disgruntled and abrasively nasty cashier associate.