The Dark Side Of An Angel - Second Job

For those who do not know, I have went and gotten myself a second job. I work in fast food now along with the full-time radioshack ass manager gig. I’m doing overnights at McDonalds during the week and keeping my weekends open for the rare possibility of being able to be off from radioshack and come into town to like, go to a party or something.

Yes I degraded myself down to a fast food job, yes I am working for less pay, yes I am working with morons who are not detail-oriented much less willing to even pretend to work much less do something. I am thinking that this second job is opening up my once ungrateful mindset.

I find it stress free, idiot proof, monotonous and relatively enjoyable. I know exactly what job needs to be done every night. I know exactly when I work. The only unique and changing variable in the equation are the customers. Now since I work the drunkard shift I get the bar crowds, the stoners wanting ‘them doublcheeze bergers’ and the other dumbasses that live in and around Hammond. I’ve already had two ‘situations’ with customers and I would love to share and apparently everyone in any sort of restaurant business has a tale to tell.

The first issue was a group of stoners who only apparent goal in life is to smoke and eat fries. They come by the store pretty much every night, always changing their order like three or four times before finally paying so that we can get stuff put together and kick them out of the line that they are holding up. This was no different occasion. They finally made their order and I knew they had to have hot grease-popping-in-their-eyes-because it is so fresh fries. So when they paid, I dropped some fries in the fryer and let it do its thing. They dawdled for several minutes and big shocker, their fries got cold because they kept changing their order again. I served them their meal, they bitched about the fries. The manager told me to take the ‘old’ fries and put them back in the fryer for a few seconds and then re-serve them…so I did. I come back to the window to find that the driver had gotten out of her car, placed her hands on her hip and proceeded to bitch and complain that I was not making her new fries. I shut the window on her and locked it because she was physically threatening me…over hot fries. She got her fries and drove off. It gets even funnier because after they left we found a bag of weed on the ground. They got cold burgers and lost their pot over hot fries…what a dumbass.

And the second issue happened Friday morning over a caramel sundae. Apparently by me adding a tiny bit more caramel at the bottom was not what the customer wanted. She bitched and complained that I did not put enough in there, that I was supposed to add more, that it did not even look like a sundae. Yeah she was probably right on that one because me and the ice cream machine have a hate hate relationship…I hate it and it hates to work for me so no, her sundae looked a bit lopsided. I went back and added more caramel to her sundae even though I’m not supposed to because I didn’t want to deal with her anymore, gave it to her and walked off to serve the next customer. She beeped her horn so I went back and asked if she needed any nuts or spoons or whatever and she proceeded to take a red drink and splash it all over me…white work shirt…yeah. Apparently I had an attitude with her or something. I calmly took it, told the manager who knew who this was and went to the restroom to clean off and recenter myself before I was going to walk out of the store and hunt down the bitch who disrespected me like that.

I would hope that all of ya’ll know that I am not a raciest in the least bit but at that moment and upon thinking several more times that in all honesty, white people are not meant to work in fast food. If I tell a darker customer that I cannot give them something because it is the rules or that I would have to charge them for something extra because that is the rule, then I apparently am being a racist and getting an attitude with them. If I was Hispanic or Asian then I would be able to claim the ‘I don’t know English’ thing. So blah, yay for dumb people.

That is really the only change that has happened in my life as of right now. When I’m not working I’m sleeping and when I’m not sleeping I’m passed out at work. I decided to pick up this second job because usually during the summer months radioshack’s sales go down and I wanted a buffer for the paycheck. Also if I put out my feelers with the McDonalds crew I can have a loyal cell phone fan base in the company because they do get a percent off any Sprint account. I cannot solicit but I can talk about what is already posted in the break room…yay for loopholes…yay for commission!