Before I get started with tonight's tale, I would like to briefly describe my goals and ambitions connected to this blog. As I'm sure most of you already know, I work at Chic-Fil-A as a part-time employee who gets payed slightly over minimum wage no matter what the number of sandwiches I can produce in a minute is. Through this blog I shall try to describe to you what working at a fast-food restaurant entails, and hopefully throw in a little humor and life lessons along the way.
I busted through the door of the Chic-Fil-A kitchen around 4:00 on a Saturday night. As I walked in and back to the break room, I looked to my left and saw four of the worst workers currently employed at the restaurant. It was bad enough I had to be there on a Saturday night, but five hours spent toiling and cooking with these jokes was going to be horrible; and it was. I usually try to spark a conversation amongst the kitchen workers, at least giving me some sort of entertainment and method of wasting time, which most often ends with me getting hit on by a forty year old woman who rides a Harley. Tonight though, I merely minded my own business and did what was asked of me, and chuckled to myself as I watched these slow workers scurry around, drop food, and get multiple orders wrong. To my amazement, one guy even took five smoke breaks.
Saturday night was not an eventful night at Chic-Fil-A, but it did make me realize one thing; I don't want to work at a fast food restaurant forever, and neither do any of you. Stay in school, go to college, work hard and get an educated, high-paying job which brings joy into your life. Chic-Fil-A certainly isn't any of those things.
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Gracious! Well, the bright side is that you now realize the importance of going to college. I know you already knew that, but now you have a new appreciation for a college degree, right?
ReplyDeleteHang in there! Remember that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Cliche, but true :)