Ever been fired?
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I think I told my tale of Wendy's before ... some douche with a Cash Money chain told me to take out the grease and the trash my first day.
I told him my job title was "Burger Flipper not fucking Trash and Grease Man."
I lasted about a week there. Which equaled out to be about 3 shifts of probably the worst service and food that particular location ever had.
I saw what looked to be the beginning of a pimple on my face, which sent me into hysterics and I swore I would never work there again.
Borrowed some crutches and went to explain how I messed up my knee in a soccer match the nite before.
And in front of the customers that were there, the one crazy old bag lady manager was like, "You can still work, I've worked with worse."
Me: I'm on crutches, I don't see how I can flip burgers or move around that kitchen.
Her: We'll make do. We'll get you a chair, or have you do other jobs.
Me: Being back there alone is a lawsuit waiting to happen with all the grease on the floor, do you really want someone with crutches moving around in that?
Her: Just come in, we'll find something for you to do.
Me: I guess I could do like cashier or something, but I can't get anyone's food.
Her: Fat chance. I don't trust you to do that, I've seen you give free food to your friends already.
Me: Okay, look, I just don't want to work here anymore. This place fucking sucks, and you're fucking insane. I give free food? You spit in people's food ... that's right. This fucking hag here spits in food, she probably spit in all of your food. It makes her feel good about herself since she can't look in the mirror without vomitting.
Her: THAT IS NOT TRUE! JEROME YOU ARE ---
Me: Fuck you bitch, I don't even need crutches mail me my fucking check.
Her: * Yelling jibber jabber. *
Me: * Proceeds to knock over tables, chairs, trash cans, et cetera. *
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For the next few months, my one friend (from the other post, haha) made it our civic duty to drive that place into the ground. We would constantly order copious amounts of food and then just drive away, order food without a car, randomly run in and knock tables/chairs over, or run in and bomb (graffiti) the place with gorilla masks on in broad daylight, haha.
My favourite was when we bought enough gold fish to fill up two huge buckets ... walked in and threw them all over the place.
Years later I would run into the Cash Money kid who informed me that we drove the manager's to the brink of insanity, and all the workers loved it. Except, "That one fucking time you threw all the gold fish all over the place. Man, look, this kid right here came in the fucking store and just threw a bucket at all these people eating, while his man threw one at everyone in line ... there were like 1,000 gold fish all over the fucking place, and people just soaked, it was fucking insane. This kid is fucking insane man, don't fuck with him, haha."
... I'd like to think I grew up a little.
Probably not much, hahah.