It isn't just call centres, the ability to communicate doesn't seem to be considered necessary by many UK employers (oh, I've just remembered another story for a new topic) - on returning to the UK the girls were keen to try so many places and things they'd seen on tv but didn't have in Turkey, one of those being KFC. I can't stand it, to me it's like greasy chicken covered in a high performance fat retaining coating, but they wanted to try it and try it we did.
This was around 5-30pm on a Saturday, so a good time you would have thought. Two things struck me about the place, firstly that *nothing* had been made, the food shelves and hot cabinets were all entirely empty, and secondly that with the exception of around 4 tables, the rest were empty of people, but entirely stacked with abandoned chicken bones, empty cups and the like, with chips and used serviettes on the floor below each one. Nobody was clearing them and nobody was cleaning.
Anyway, we realised it might be best to take away, so I ordered a Family Vomit Bucket or something. I had to repeat it about 3 times, even though they must sell thousands of them and hear the phrase dozens of times every day. Finally we got there,I pointed at one I think, and the guy informed me it would involve a wait. No surprise there, but I had to ask him 4 times to repeat what he was saying. *Something* then "minutes".
Should anyone have the misfortune to visit Perth KFC, I can save you some time by informing you that "welb" actually is "twelve".
I have no time for racism, as most people don't. The point is, I was trying to deal with a guy who was perfectly suited for a job at Perth KFC - cleaning the floor and tables so we can at least sit down after standing for welb minutes.