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Burger King
A teen over on Askville asked a question about working at MacDonalds for the summer. I contributed this golden memory:
I spent a college summer working at Burger King. It was hell.
The place was filthy; I've never eaten at a Burger King again if I could possibly help it. The work was boring and awful. The shift manager used to spent his lunch hour with whores in his van, in the parking lot. And they weren't having lunch! We used to have a little pool, a bet on when he'd come back from the van. I won it once.
A girl who'd been working there for several years discovered that the manager, Leo, had started me off at a higher rate of pay than she was getting after all those years. She asked him for a raise, and he said "no". So she went to the front register, grabbed the microphone, turned the volume to maximum, and shouted "F--- you, Leo!" to the lunch-hour crowd at the top of her lungs. Then she walked out the door and never came back.
They told me to clean the shake machine, but didn't tell me how. It was filled with razor-sharp blades. I did my best, but later on the inspectors found that the machine had the highest bacteria count in the state. They almost shut us down.
I won't go into too much detail about how the food was handled - just take my word for it, it was disgusting. Sometimes the flame-broiler (a metal conveyor belt that moved the burgers along over gas flames) would be out of whack, and the burgers would come out half-raw. So they'd finish cooking them by frying them on the greasy, dusty sheet-metal hood on top of the conveyor belt. Since BK was running ads mocking McDonald's for frying their burgers at the time, I found that particularly ironic.
I often had to mop the floors after closing. Boy, was that disgusting! It took hours to get the smell of the mop out of my nose. It was literally rotting.
Sometimes burgers were dropped on the floor by accident. The floors were incredibly filthy and greasy. Rather than throw the burgers away, some of the guys would pick them up, dust off any visible debris, and serve them. If a burger was really filthy, they'd take it to the sink in the back and rinse it off first.
When the summer came to an end and I was going to be leaving, the shift manager decided that he was going to reward me - I guess he liked me. So he sat me down and asked me what kind of girl I liked best. "Black, latino, asian? I like the latinos because they know how to move they a--." I didn't need a bachelor's degree to figure out that he was going to loan me one of his whores. I managed to convince him that I would really rather not, thank you.
And despite all that, that wasn't the worst job I ever had!
I spent a college summer working at Burger King. It was hell.
The place was filthy; I've never eaten at a Burger King again if I could possibly help it. The work was boring and awful. The shift manager used to spent his lunch hour with whores in his van, in the parking lot. And they weren't having lunch! We used to have a little pool, a bet on when he'd come back from the van. I won it once.
A girl who'd been working there for several years discovered that the manager, Leo, had started me off at a higher rate of pay than she was getting after all those years. She asked him for a raise, and he said "no". So she went to the front register, grabbed the microphone, turned the volume to maximum, and shouted "F--- you, Leo!" to the lunch-hour crowd at the top of her lungs. Then she walked out the door and never came back.
They told me to clean the shake machine, but didn't tell me how. It was filled with razor-sharp blades. I did my best, but later on the inspectors found that the machine had the highest bacteria count in the state. They almost shut us down.
I won't go into too much detail about how the food was handled - just take my word for it, it was disgusting. Sometimes the flame-broiler (a metal conveyor belt that moved the burgers along over gas flames) would be out of whack, and the burgers would come out half-raw. So they'd finish cooking them by frying them on the greasy, dusty sheet-metal hood on top of the conveyor belt. Since BK was running ads mocking McDonald's for frying their burgers at the time, I found that particularly ironic.
I often had to mop the floors after closing. Boy, was that disgusting! It took hours to get the smell of the mop out of my nose. It was literally rotting.
Sometimes burgers were dropped on the floor by accident. The floors were incredibly filthy and greasy. Rather than throw the burgers away, some of the guys would pick them up, dust off any visible debris, and serve them. If a burger was really filthy, they'd take it to the sink in the back and rinse it off first.
When the summer came to an end and I was going to be leaving, the shift manager decided that he was going to reward me - I guess he liked me. So he sat me down and asked me what kind of girl I liked best. "Black, latino, asian? I like the latinos because they know how to move they a--." I didn't need a bachelor's degree to figure out that he was going to loan me one of his whores. I managed to convince him that I would really rather not, thank you.
And despite all that, that wasn't the worst job I ever had!
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I've worked fast food all of 3 times and hated it supremely!
None of mine were ever as bad as that, but jeez!
Tell him to stay away from the FF joints.
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