No, seriously, we had baseball caps. And let me tell you, the beauty of polyester is that it really, really retains the stench of the french fries. I got real tired of coming home smelling like a burger.
I used to work in fast food. On balance, it was one of the most satisfying jobs of my life (I've had jobs that are more fun, and certainly jobs that pay more) because a) everyone there did what I told them to, including the manager, and b) corporate didn't ever fuck with register monkeys.
Unlike here, where it's kind of like "At some unspcified later date we're not going to serve any burgers with tomatoes. We're not planning on telling you when that is, nor will we pull the tomatoes out of stock so that you can't do that, but you will most definitely be held accountable if you serve a burger with a tomato on our magic day of not doing that."
Yeah, in hindsight I should have done that too, but I didn't think of the options. I mean, I was in college almost before TEH INTARWEBZ, how the fuck would I actually go about getting a job writing comic scripts in the days when we were engraving shit on giant fucking rocks?
I watch people get arrested at Walgreens on a regular basis. I agree with the stank factor at fast food, but seriously, anyone with half a brain can pwn that job, and that is what I long for. Right now I'm kind of floating in a sea of "the people above me have no idea how to do their damn jobs and that is messing up MY job, and if I work in fast food all I have to know is, like, how to make a burger."
This is precisely why I get the occasional hankering todo something entirely with my hands, like carpentry or masonry or some shit. I can learn the craft, do my best at it, collect a paycheck, and I can come home and have mental energy left to do shit I really care about.
In theory, anyway. I don't know, maybe I could go batshit crazy doing anything at all. It seems that way lately.
I think you should try that, if you're looking for a new direction. Seriously, doing stuff with my hands is SO FREAKIN' SATISFYING I cannot even say. Seriously.
If you move to the east coast I can get you a job as a registrar in the hospital. Then at least you have the satisfaction of dealing with people who are paying for their stupid in terms of physical pain.
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No, seriously, we had baseball caps. And let me tell you, the beauty of polyester is that it really, really retains the stench of the french fries. I got real tired of coming home smelling like a burger.
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Unlike here, where it's kind of like "At some unspcified later date we're not going to serve any burgers with tomatoes. We're not planning on telling you when that is, nor will we pull the tomatoes out of stock so that you can't do that, but you will most definitely be held accountable if you serve a burger with a tomato on our magic day of not doing that."
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Maybe I'll do one of those create-your-own-majors in Asceticism and Hermitry (I prefer Hermitude, frankly, but I doubt that's a word)
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Because food service has....stank.
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In theory, anyway. I don't know, maybe I could go batshit crazy doing anything at all. It seems that way lately.
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See? Built-in entertainment!
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If you move to the east coast I can get you a job as a registrar in the hospital. Then at least you have the satisfaction of dealing with people who are paying for their stupid in terms of physical pain.
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You know, that's dementedly tempting, but I'm pretty sure I've never made a secret of my desire to judge the Darwin Awards.