My New Job, the Cult
Being back in town means I'm dead broke and therefore need a job, and how. I managed to score a serving gig at restaurant in town serving massive plates of pork and all things fatty. There are a few problems with all this.
1) I vowed never to serve again if humanly possible. Ah, how easily we sell our souls for the greenback morsel that keeps bill collectors from scratching down the door to tear out our hearts for a snack (I haven't really adjusted to this whole corporate restaurant thing yet or the dead ass broke part either I guess...)
2) There's chanting. Oh yes, I've got their vision memorized and I can feel myself cringe whenever we're forced to scream it. I guess it's better than my last corporate serving gig. I mean, there's no dancing or singing this time.
3) The Orange People. Many unnaturally tanned women and men who hold daytime gigs at American Eagle. They're *serveriffic* in a believable way.
4) And I quote: "I can't spell...maybe I shoulda finished high school." Yeah, I'm an elitist.
5) I am currently training with a woman I taught in BG. Yes, my former student and I are now co-workers. This is a shame.
But despite all this there is a bright side. After all, I did get four free t-shirts and my very first paycheck for $16.40! Rock on.
1) I vowed never to serve again if humanly possible. Ah, how easily we sell our souls for the greenback morsel that keeps bill collectors from scratching down the door to tear out our hearts for a snack (I haven't really adjusted to this whole corporate restaurant thing yet or the dead ass broke part either I guess...)
2) There's chanting. Oh yes, I've got their vision memorized and I can feel myself cringe whenever we're forced to scream it. I guess it's better than my last corporate serving gig. I mean, there's no dancing or singing this time.
3) The Orange People. Many unnaturally tanned women and men who hold daytime gigs at American Eagle. They're *serveriffic* in a believable way.
4) And I quote: "I can't spell...maybe I shoulda finished high school." Yeah, I'm an elitist.
5) I am currently training with a woman I taught in BG. Yes, my former student and I are now co-workers. This is a shame.
But despite all this there is a bright side. After all, I did get four free t-shirts and my very first paycheck for $16.40! Rock on.
posted by CJ at 5:36 PM
1 Comments:
That sounds like something similar to my first ever Australian job. Its an american theme place specialising in steak. Steak up the wazoo! Steak with everything! Big bleeding lumps of FUCKING BEEF with fried squid on top. This is, officially, the worlds fattest place after the good old USA.
I fortunately/unfortunately work in the kitchen, so I get hot and filthy and nauseous from all the foul food, go home smelling like a cows armpit on a hot day. I do not, however, have to deal with the huge tanned morons who actually order and eat this shit, which is a blessing.
-eoin
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