Would You Like Fries With That?

            I'm sure, when asked about making a blog, many people chose to write about things that make them happy. I will probably spend most of this semester reading about books, music, and hunting from my classmates. I, on the other hand, did not choose something happy and upbeat, nor did I choose something that interests me, but rather, I chose to write about something that makes me unhappy: My crappy fast food job. I started working in the food industry the day after my sixteenth birthday. My parents kicked me to the curb pretty quick. Through a family-friend type of situation I got a job bussing tables at a local owned restaurant. Because of my minor status I started out only making 85% of minimum wage plus about 10% of all of the wait staff's tips. Not to mention that I was one of three bussers, who were only scheduled on weekends, and was lucky to get a shift once a week. Basically what I'm saying is I made close to nothing. I had applied for many jobs when I turned sixteen, hoping that bussing would not turn into a long lasting affair, but had gotten no calls. About six months later, on a Saturday, I was getting ready for an early shift when my mother came crashing through my door with our home phone in her hand. "Interview" is all she said. I picked up the phone and had about a 45 second conversation with the woman about a time that we could meet. That was the beginning.

 I cleared both of the interviews and landed the job. This job being at a place we shall call: Foodies. Beginning with the art of sandwich making I decided that this job was way better than washing dishes. Surprisingly I stuck it out with my bussing job for another six months until figuring five extracurricular activities and two jobs was more than enough. I went to my family-friend-boss-guy and told him that having two jobs was beginning to be hard to manage and my other job was more convenient. This is when all the fun began. Now, getting more shifts at Foodies, I start to realize why no one likes to work in the fast food industry: People suck.

 I’m sure my posts on this blog will become different as the semester goes on, but for the time being I see a lot of complaining in my future. I suppose you can say that I chose this topic because I need to vent, and there’s no place like the internet and no time like the present. Coming home with multiple burn scars each day, getting yelled at by countless customers who have no idea what they’re talking about, and having bosses who need to realize that we don’t work for a five star restaurant, is all beginning to take its toll on me. Don’t get me wrong, I understand that we create our own happiness and that if I am really this unhappy with my job than I can get out of it. The problem is that I need to put myself through college, and quitting multiple jobs just to be happy isn’t going to do that. I need to focus more on school and less on my crappy job now so that I can get a, hopefully, great job later.
Besides venting, I chose this topic because I live it. I have hundreds of stories about people trying to pull pranks on us, or guys from the local football team cross-dressing and coming in to see people’s reaction. Of course there are bad days, but there are good ones as well. Plus, my mother always used to say that one man’s horror is another man’s entertainment. Who knows, maybe my blog will supply entertainment to those reading. It will be the equivalent to FML’s. If you think you’re having a bad day you can just come read some of my crappy ones to make yourself feel better. But, finally, I chose this blog to kind of be a how to. I should have titled it “How to not be an asshole while ordering fast food”. As I write this blog I hope to become lighter, and as you read this blog I hope you become nicer.