I'll admit it, I was slacking last week and forgot to post, so because of that, and in light of recent events, I decided I would post twice this week.
Before I get into the story, I need to describe one of the people I work with. I doubt anyone knows him, so I am going to go into some detail here. He probably weighs around 270 pounds, and he's only like 6' tall. He's from Cyprus, which I think is an island outside of Greece. Just picture this kid in your mind, pretty funny looking huh? Well on top of all that, he thinks he's about 6'5 and weighs 180 pounds (of pure muscle). Now I'm no gladiator, but I consider myself fit. There have been numerous times where he has told me he could beat me up (worded differently), and he's been totally truthful about it. He always tells me about different times he's been to jail and whatnot, and honestly, it's really annoying. Also, with his altered vision of himself, he attempts to hit on every girl that works with us. It's obvious they are extremely turned off by him, but he can't take a clue. And that's just where the problems started on Friday night.
Apparently, one of the girls who works up front has a wigger as a brother. She supposedly went home one night and informed her brother about this guy a described, and how he always hits on her and is a total d-bag. Her brother gets all mad, and is quoted for saying "He can be like that towards errbody' else, but he aint gonna' be like dat' towards you." Anyways, this trailer-trash wigger of a brother comes into the restaurant on Friday night, yelling for this dude to come out to the parking lot, and fight him. This was happening as I was getting off of work, around 9:00. As I walked into the lobby, our manager was trying to calm the ruckus down. The tattoo-stricken wigger looked at me, crazy eyed. "Hey yo, you know dat' dude back there? Heyyo' tell dat' little rat that ima' break his neck, and if you're his friend ima' break yo' neck too. Believe dat'."
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Was this guy really trying to talk trash to me? I just replied with an "Ok, buddy" as he walked out the door backwards, eying me the whole way out. His sister repeatedly tried to apologize to me, clearly embarrassed by her brother's actions. I really didn't care that much anyways. People are fools.
The best part about this whole situation, is that if you guys want proof this actually happened, ask Michael Gaddis. He was there when it was all going down.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
The Children
Every day, I see too many people go through their lives with a heap of worries. These people worry about sports, school, clubs, and a variety of other things, and all the worries occur on a daily basis. I'm sure you all can point out two or three people in this room that are like this, but that's not the point. I have always taken pride in the fact that I am a laid back person, very few things can happen to me that I end up thinking about for more than a couple of days. I strongly believe that this is truly the best way to live your life; if you want to argue about it, we can.
This past Tuesday at Chic-Fil-A was kid's night. I was given the honor or working the 4-8 shift. I knew the place was going to be chaotic, but I had no idea, I wasn't ready. Probably the most exciting part about kid's night was the fact that we had Larry the Cucumber and Bob the Tomatoe off of Veggie Tales come. I got pictures with both of them by the way, but I have no idea how to upload them, or I would. Anyways, I was assigned the task to take a break from my normal nightly cooking routine to venture into the playplace and assist the children. This was neeccesarry due to the large number of them all trying to clamour through the place at the same time. At first I felt really morbid about doing this, I mean I like kids and all, but not 30 of them at the same time. Several kids got stuck at the top of the slide, too scared to go down. One kid even got so scared he peed all over the place. Despite all of these hardships though, I got over the fact that I was pretty much the babysitter for a large number of parents' children, and I began to enjoy myself. I had conversations with a couple of kids about sports and school, and I even played tag with a group of little girls.
I have always believe the quote that states that all humans 'live and learn'. Going by that, I try and learn something from every event that takes place in my life, no matter how small the lesson may be. Tuesday night, I took notice on the kids' behavior. They all seemed so happy. No matter what was going on around them, whether they had just lost at tic-tac-to, or they couldnt find anyone in hide-and-go-seek. Like I mentioned before, I see too many people these days with an overabudance of worries on their minds. Lighten up people! I challenge you all, some more than others, to take a couple days out of your worry-stricken lives and live like a child would.
You may be thinking that this idea is absurd, but try it, odds are you will enjoy yourselves. Maybe even enjoy yourselves enough to continue the new lifestyle for a couple more days, and maybe even a month. You will be reminded of how it feels to be young again, and gain that adolescent vigor you once possesed. Something I know many of you wish you had back.
I tried this once, and I've been living like a todler ever since.
This past Tuesday at Chic-Fil-A was kid's night. I was given the honor or working the 4-8 shift. I knew the place was going to be chaotic, but I had no idea, I wasn't ready. Probably the most exciting part about kid's night was the fact that we had Larry the Cucumber and Bob the Tomatoe off of Veggie Tales come. I got pictures with both of them by the way, but I have no idea how to upload them, or I would. Anyways, I was assigned the task to take a break from my normal nightly cooking routine to venture into the playplace and assist the children. This was neeccesarry due to the large number of them all trying to clamour through the place at the same time. At first I felt really morbid about doing this, I mean I like kids and all, but not 30 of them at the same time. Several kids got stuck at the top of the slide, too scared to go down. One kid even got so scared he peed all over the place. Despite all of these hardships though, I got over the fact that I was pretty much the babysitter for a large number of parents' children, and I began to enjoy myself. I had conversations with a couple of kids about sports and school, and I even played tag with a group of little girls.
I have always believe the quote that states that all humans 'live and learn'. Going by that, I try and learn something from every event that takes place in my life, no matter how small the lesson may be. Tuesday night, I took notice on the kids' behavior. They all seemed so happy. No matter what was going on around them, whether they had just lost at tic-tac-to, or they couldnt find anyone in hide-and-go-seek. Like I mentioned before, I see too many people these days with an overabudance of worries on their minds. Lighten up people! I challenge you all, some more than others, to take a couple days out of your worry-stricken lives and live like a child would.
You may be thinking that this idea is absurd, but try it, odds are you will enjoy yourselves. Maybe even enjoy yourselves enough to continue the new lifestyle for a couple more days, and maybe even a month. You will be reminded of how it feels to be young again, and gain that adolescent vigor you once possesed. Something I know many of you wish you had back.
I tried this once, and I've been living like a todler ever since.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
This tale starts out Tuesday night. I was working from 4-9:00, which was a little unusual for a weeknight, and made me a tad uneasy due to the fact I had a heap of homework awaiting me when I got home. Although I know that working at Chic-Fil-A may seem like a dream job to some of you, I am here to tell you, it has it's ups and downs. In the end though, I'm glad I worked the night I did. It enabled me to witness something that definitely changed my whole outlook on the people I work with, and perhaps people in general.
Ok, so there's this woman (I'm going to keep her name confidential.) She is crazy. I really don't even know where to start with this lady. Every time I see her, she calls me "babe", "hun", or "cutie", and I'm really not sure how I should take it. There have been several instances where it has been very obvious that she has came to work high. I know this because she seems even more loopy as usual, and she wears sunglasses, even when she works. I don't know if any of you have ever seen her, but I warn you, do not let her take your order. These things, along with many others, as you can probably guess, have made her quite unpopular at work. We all just think she is plain creepy, and don't want to deal with her.
Anyways, on Tuesday night she came into work a little late. As she walked to the back I got a quick glance in at her face. She looked like she had been crying. Later on, as I was listening in on two drive-through girls' conversation, I caught the info that the crazy lady's cat had gone missing. Up to this point, I had had serious questions about whether or not she was homeless. Every time I saw her the rest of the night, she didn't say a word to me. She was clearly not herself. In fact, I kind of felt sorry for her.
The next day I had a slightly shorter shift. I was loving life as I walked into the break room in the back of the kitchen to get my apron on. As I was leaving, I noticed a flier posted on the wall. It was about the missing cat. I asked a girl who was on her break about it, and she informed me that one of our managers had made copies, and put them up all around the restaurant. The girls up front were even giving them away to drive-through customers. The night went on, and eventually I was off work.
The next day I didn't have to work, but I went after school to get a bite to eat. You would think I would get tired of the food, but I don't. At the time, the creepy lady was the only one taking orders at the front counter. I asked her how the search was going with finding her cat, and her face immediately lit up. She told me her cat had been found.
This struck me as an odd occurrence. Here's this creepy lady, who no one really likes, but yet in a time of distress, the good people of Chic-Fil-A came together and helped her out. For what reason? I couldn't really think of any. All I could really muster, was the fact that here is a bunch of good people helping another person, just because it was the right thing to do.
Look for the good in people, and most importantly, in yourself. Even when you don't think it exists, most of the time it does. Bad things happen to good people, the saying is true. Lately I've been jamming out to John Mayer though, so I leave you with this. Overall, I think the heart of life is good.
Ok, so there's this woman (I'm going to keep her name confidential.) She is crazy. I really don't even know where to start with this lady. Every time I see her, she calls me "babe", "hun", or "cutie", and I'm really not sure how I should take it. There have been several instances where it has been very obvious that she has came to work high. I know this because she seems even more loopy as usual, and she wears sunglasses, even when she works. I don't know if any of you have ever seen her, but I warn you, do not let her take your order. These things, along with many others, as you can probably guess, have made her quite unpopular at work. We all just think she is plain creepy, and don't want to deal with her.
Anyways, on Tuesday night she came into work a little late. As she walked to the back I got a quick glance in at her face. She looked like she had been crying. Later on, as I was listening in on two drive-through girls' conversation, I caught the info that the crazy lady's cat had gone missing. Up to this point, I had had serious questions about whether or not she was homeless. Every time I saw her the rest of the night, she didn't say a word to me. She was clearly not herself. In fact, I kind of felt sorry for her.
The next day I had a slightly shorter shift. I was loving life as I walked into the break room in the back of the kitchen to get my apron on. As I was leaving, I noticed a flier posted on the wall. It was about the missing cat. I asked a girl who was on her break about it, and she informed me that one of our managers had made copies, and put them up all around the restaurant. The girls up front were even giving them away to drive-through customers. The night went on, and eventually I was off work.
The next day I didn't have to work, but I went after school to get a bite to eat. You would think I would get tired of the food, but I don't. At the time, the creepy lady was the only one taking orders at the front counter. I asked her how the search was going with finding her cat, and her face immediately lit up. She told me her cat had been found.
This struck me as an odd occurrence. Here's this creepy lady, who no one really likes, but yet in a time of distress, the good people of Chic-Fil-A came together and helped her out. For what reason? I couldn't really think of any. All I could really muster, was the fact that here is a bunch of good people helping another person, just because it was the right thing to do.
Look for the good in people, and most importantly, in yourself. Even when you don't think it exists, most of the time it does. Bad things happen to good people, the saying is true. Lately I've been jamming out to John Mayer though, so I leave you with this. Overall, I think the heart of life is good.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
The Boring Stage
I regret to inform you that this week was very uneventful at Chic-Fil-A. I do not have much to write about. Just think of it as an episode of Days of Our Lives that is merely a build-up episode of what is to come in the near future episodes. This is not neccesarily a bad thing, in fact, I feel something grand coming my way.
Life can be boring, but life also has it's rebounds. One day can be totally different from the next. This, is what gives life it's beauty.
Life goes on, kapeesh?
Life can be boring, but life also has it's rebounds. One day can be totally different from the next. This, is what gives life it's beauty.
Life goes on, kapeesh?
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