This story took place 3 summers ago while I was working at Burger King (I have a full time Corporate Job now) but I thought I would share since most people think they have it pretty bad where they work.
It was a hot summer day, and I had a 9:30-6:00pm shift. I woke up at about 9:20 realizing I was going to be late. Since at the time I only had my permit, I was forced to skate to work on the day's my mom couldn't give me a lift (today was one of them). The skate was only about a mile and a half, but when it's 98 degrees out, and your wearing a black burgerking uniform with long pants and a goofy looking hat, the heat and humiliation seemingly add about another 5 miles. As I skated into the parking lot, I noticed there were cars backed up in the drivethru all the way out onto the highway, and people lined up almost out the door. Keep in mind this BK was located on one of the most popular highways In my area, so when it was busy, it was really ****ing busy. When I went inside, sweaty, aggrivated, and still tired, my boss (who can barely speak english) immediatly ordered me to the register to help with the rush. For the next 2 hours, I did nothing but stand and take orders from fat ****s and little whiney kids, repeating the same question "Would you like to king size that?".
Once the rush FINALLY died down, I thought I would finally be able to take my break, have a smoke, and take a breath...my boss had other plans. She told me to take out and change all the garbage in the entire resturaunt (all of which were overflowing with trash). The first one I went to I had noticed that the trash bag was half off the can. Trash had been going directly into the bin because of this, so I had to drag it out to the dumpster in the back to empty it out. This dumpster was not your ordinary dumpster, it was ****ing huge. So huge that the flaps on the top were too big to hold open and lift the can. After about 10 attempts of throwing up the flap and quickly grabbing the can, lifting it up and trying to dump it in, I finally did it. Then as soon as I finally started to dump the waste in, I felt the can slowly slip out of my hands. The next thing I know, the trash can lands in the dumpster. My only option now was to climb into sed dumpster, or else risk a pissy mexican manager screaming god knows what at me for the next 2 hours. So with no other choice, I proceded into the dumpster. I grabbed the bin as quick as I could, and as I was making my way out, I stepped on a nest of wasps. The wasps stung me all over, head to toe. It felt like someone lit all of my limbs on fire, and then took a hot cattle prod and poked me with it over and over again. I scrambled as fast as I could and leaped out of the dumpster as if my life depended on it.
As soon as I got back inside, I thought to myself "This day could not get any worse". Well, I thought too soon.
As I was changing the trash can that I had risked my life for, I glanced over at the empty trash shell (where the trash bin goes into with the flap that says 'push' on it) to see a small asain man with a tray. I looked at him, he looked at me, with his squinty brown asain man eyes. In my head I was thinking "You better not ****ing do it, I swear to ****ing god"
And then as if he had read my mind and knew of the events that had taken place previously, he turned to the empty shell, and dumped his entire tray of food and beverage in the shell which fell straight to the floor.
My horrific day ended with me mopping up sticky soda, and unwanted french fries.
I will never ever work in the fast food industry again, it has scarred me for life.
EDIT: tl;dr - ****ty job at BK, hot summer day, huge rush, had to take out overflowing garbage pale, climbed in a dumpster, stung by wasps nest, Asian man ruined my ****ing day.
Last edited by Paint_ballin_hobo : 07-31-2009 at 11:35 PM.
lol i wouldve quit as soon as i got attacked by wasps
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This. My bull**** meter exploded around the time you mentioned your full time corporate position.
I'm actually at it right now chief.
This story is 100% true, I just spent 20 mins typing the whole ****in thing.
Then again I really couldnt give 2 ****s if you think it's real or not.
Copy it in google and see if anything comes up.
I got one better than that. I work for a Heating/AC Company and I had to deliver a **** ton of supplies (outdoor unit, furnace, sheet metal, etc) to a job in West Philly. Now I don't know if anybody knows what West Philly is like, but it's pretty much the darkest, most violent and drug infested part of the city. After successfully unloading all the stuff off the truck and onto the sidewalk, I realized that while the installation van was parked on the side of the street I was, the actual air conditioning job was at a house across the street. So I had to load everything back on just to unload it 25 feet away. After helping the install guys bring everything around back, having darkness eye me up every step of the way, it was time for me to leave. I get back to the truck to notice 2 of my tires have been slashed and my cigarettes were stolen from my passenger seat. As I'm waiting for AAA to arrive, a cop stops and gives me a ticket for being parked illegally. And this was all before 9:00 on a 7-330 shift. So yeah, my worse day beats yours.
edit: except for Kolders, his beats mine. That's sad.
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Lit a cigarette now they're walkin out the door
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They look at one another and they say to themselves what fun.
I got one better than that. I work for a Heating/AC Company and I had to deliver a **** ton of supplies (outdoor unit, furnace, sheet metal, etc) to a job in West Philly. Now I don't know if anybody knows what West Philly is like, but it's pretty much the darkest, most violent and drug infested part of the city. After successfully unloading all the stuff off the truck and onto the sidewalk, I realized that while the installation van was parked on the side of the street I was, the actual air conditioning job was at a house across the street. So I had to load everything back on just to unload it 25 feet away. After helping the install guys bring everything around back, having darkness eye me up every step of the way, it was time for me to leave. I get back to the truck to notice 2 of my tires have been slashed and my cigarettes were stolen from my passenger seat. As I'm waiting for AAA to arrive, a cop stops and gives me a ticket for being parked illegally. So yeah, my worse day beats yours.
edit: except for Kolders, his beats mine. That's sad.
Did your mom then say that you were living with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air?
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