I get the annoyance. I really do. Every time I go to a fast food joint and they actually get my order right (which is really, really rare), I get the urge to send them one of those fruit bouquets to say thanks and congratulations on your competence. On the other hand... dealing with irate, irrational customers like this jackass is way above a fast food worker's pay grade. (Gawker)
What I Do, Job-wise: So. Much. Other than playing on-air every day (and on DO YOU HATE IT? Sunday nights), you might get an e-mail response from me if you write in asking to know the name of a song or whether we're looking for interns. I'm all over the place, like a ninja, but less stealthy.