(Yes this is a guy)
- This was on a college campus (Virginia Tech). Everyone was always drunk (well, those I saw. I'm sure all the non-drunk people were, like, sleeping.) and while entertaining for the first few weeks, I got really tired of seeing my boss call the cops every friday and saterday due to College-student-so-and-so passing out or loosing her blouse or having premarital relations outside our establishment (or inside, on occasion) No, I'm not joking.
- It was 2am. I am a morning person! This was not working as I was always tired!
- Cheeseburgers do not make you smell good when you have been around them for eight hours.
- I hate cheeseburgers.
- Making cheeseburgers is not my life goal. Nor anything related to what I wish to be doing with life.
(and no, I was not supposed to be using my phone at work. maybe I was on break? I don't remember. probably not.)
I'm not trying to say that VT is a terrible place of employment. It was only the hours and the customers I loathed. And my cheeseburger perfume. I had a great boss with a hilarious sense of humor and moderately good pay, but getting off work at 3 am and staggering home and finally falling asleep around 5 am was not making for good life habits.
I loved the VT campus and made a few really good friends...but I just could not continue working there!
I loved the VT campus and made a few really good friends...but I just could not continue working there!
So I quit. Two years ago!
What am I trying to say about all of this? Do what you dream. Only that (and God, of course) will make you happy. Actually, only God will make you content, but not making cheeseburgers really makes me happy. No longer working in fast-food greatly improves my vocational feelings of well being!
Does anyone else have any fast-food stories to tell?
3 comments:
Oh that moment was just , what could I say, really weird!
My story is a bit traditional , it's a custom in weddings my tradition that we all eat sweet biscuits called gulgula in night before the wedding morning.
We all cousins were in kitchen trying to fry some gulguly with the help of my aunt. My cousin bounce a gulgula towards me , out directly from the frying pan. She didn't suppose to hurt me but she burnt my left cheek :( A wide scar was on my face at wedding day :(
My story was horrible haha :D
I don't like cheese burgers >.<
Aree
I worked at McDonald's for a few months during college. I was indirectly fired for taking too many days off for a special event at our church---the one time I try to be more active, it sort of worked against me.
But then again, it was McDonald's and I didn't like it anyways so I have no regrets. I'm glad you're on the way of pursuing your dreams! :)
I am glad you don't have to work those hours anymore - I am sure I would have fallen asleep! I never worked in fast food, but I worked at a local restaurant for a little over a year in high school. I didn't mind it except for the fact that we were by the airport so we got a lot of traveling businessmen in - they were always asking me when I got off work, etc. and most of them wore wedding rings. It was pretty disgusting and made me sad for their families back home - not that all of them were like that, but enough that it bothered me!
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