Third

This blog began three years ago, as of yesterday. I can only assume that my orientation was that day too. I do know my first day was the 28th.
What a lifesaver that was too. I know I wasn't trying too hard to find a job, but I was trying. And just when it came down to absolutely needing one, there one was. Amazing how that works, eh?



I didn't think I'd keep this up. Sure, I didn't post every week, and sometimes I let it sit, but I always came back. My blogs, even my journal keeping never lasted for more than a few months, if that.
So I think this has been an accomplishment.
I hope the 600 or so views have enjoyed their time here...

It's been fun. Working that is.
I'm still having fun. I was thinking, maybe I've stuck around, because it's a good fit. Not the best, not the worst. Food service is all I know. And I enjoy it.
What's frustrating is being controlled by a corporation that sees only numbers, not situations, and people. Always comes down to people. I can live with patrons being bad. That's expected.
But my coworkers, man. Someone's gotta whip 'em into shape or give 'em the boot.

By year four, I should have a different color of shirt though...

If there is a year four...
Arizona looks pretty...

So now, here's some more of the usual

Know what's annoying? When I open that drive through window and the first thing I hear are demands.
I don't even get to say anything...
Sheesh. Barbecue, honey mustard, mayonnaise, go f yourself.
Maybe they could try waiting a second? Let me open the window, maybe throw a greeting?

Man, that's all I got. I don't like the smell of cigarettes. I wish people would fix the exhaust on their cars. It'd be nice if people wouldn't talk on their phones while ordering/paying. I don't like it when a coworker lies to my face about procedures. I don't like it when we don't follow procedures.
Girl asked me, 'which one is coke'
The one that's not marked. Because we don't mark the cokes. See, if we all do it the same way, there's no question.
effing a.

On the plus side, we have pumpkin pies.
On the down side, there isn't enough filling in them.