Some Jobs Just Suck
Some jobs just have to suck, don’t they?
I have had my share of crappy jobs to be sure. And I am lucky enough to currently have a job that I actually like and it even pays enough to cover my bills, so I am not personally complaining (A first, I know.)
I am complaining for those less fortunate. For those individuals who when they took their jobs at a toll booth or a drive-thru thought, “Wow, this is gonna be great!” Only to eventually face the sad reality that their jobs suck.
The Pennsylvania Turnpike.
You know I had to bring it up, didn’t you? How must it suck to work in a toll booth? It’s cold in the winter and hot in the summer, you have to smell car exhaust and listen to the hum of traffic all day, and you have to deal with annoying people who (gasp) want change.
I know, I know. You work in a toll booth. The word toll is actually defined as a “fee”, which in turn means you have to take money. You should definitely be angry and show how inconvenienced you are when I ask you to count 6 quarters. The nerve of the motorist who actually returns the change you have given out in order to pay their toll.
Please look at me with disgust and shake your head as your shoulders heave with the big sigh you are expelling. I know your job sucks, its okay. You are entitled. I am truly a nuisance, cutting into your newspaper reading and abduction plotting time. I apologize.
Drive-thrus.
Yes, the infamous drive-thru. A necessary evil of our fast-paced life. Joe Pesci was certainly right when he stated the obvious fact, “They f*ck you in the drive-thru.” It is truly a time to be ever vigilant and on your guard.
I was lucky enough to visit Arby’s three nights ago.
“May I take your order?”
“Yes. I’ll have a number 1 and 2, both with curly fries and root beer, two kids chicken finger meals with curly fries and milk and an order of potato cakes.”
“That was a number 1 with a coke?”
“Um no. It was a number 1 and 2, both with curly fries and root beer, two kids chicken finger meals with curly fries and milk and an order of potato cakes.”
“So a number 1 and 2, a kids meal and a milk?”
I just drove around to the window. I figured we should just take care of this face to face.
I pull up and the window is open. A girl is starting at me and the guy I was talking to has his back to me. The guy says, “I can’t get this f*cking order. This stupid woman can figure out what she wants.”
Moi???
The girls eyes get really wide.
“Um…I think she’s right there,” the girl points at me.
The guy slowly turns around. His face turns red and he looks at me sheepishly.
“Hi, uh, sorry. What did you want again?”
I couldn’t even be mad. If I worked in a drive-thru I would probably hate all my customers too. Especially those minivan driving moms. Oh, aren’t they annoying!
I suppose they could have it worse....they could all be working at Wal-Mart.
I have had my share of crappy jobs to be sure. And I am lucky enough to currently have a job that I actually like and it even pays enough to cover my bills, so I am not personally complaining (A first, I know.)
I am complaining for those less fortunate. For those individuals who when they took their jobs at a toll booth or a drive-thru thought, “Wow, this is gonna be great!” Only to eventually face the sad reality that their jobs suck.
The Pennsylvania Turnpike.
You know I had to bring it up, didn’t you? How must it suck to work in a toll booth? It’s cold in the winter and hot in the summer, you have to smell car exhaust and listen to the hum of traffic all day, and you have to deal with annoying people who (gasp) want change.
I know, I know. You work in a toll booth. The word toll is actually defined as a “fee”, which in turn means you have to take money. You should definitely be angry and show how inconvenienced you are when I ask you to count 6 quarters. The nerve of the motorist who actually returns the change you have given out in order to pay their toll.
Please look at me with disgust and shake your head as your shoulders heave with the big sigh you are expelling. I know your job sucks, its okay. You are entitled. I am truly a nuisance, cutting into your newspaper reading and abduction plotting time. I apologize.
Drive-thrus.
Yes, the infamous drive-thru. A necessary evil of our fast-paced life. Joe Pesci was certainly right when he stated the obvious fact, “They f*ck you in the drive-thru.” It is truly a time to be ever vigilant and on your guard.
I was lucky enough to visit Arby’s three nights ago.
“May I take your order?”
“Yes. I’ll have a number 1 and 2, both with curly fries and root beer, two kids chicken finger meals with curly fries and milk and an order of potato cakes.”
“That was a number 1 with a coke?”
“Um no. It was a number 1 and 2, both with curly fries and root beer, two kids chicken finger meals with curly fries and milk and an order of potato cakes.”
“So a number 1 and 2, a kids meal and a milk?”
I just drove around to the window. I figured we should just take care of this face to face.
I pull up and the window is open. A girl is starting at me and the guy I was talking to has his back to me. The guy says, “I can’t get this f*cking order. This stupid woman can figure out what she wants.”
Moi???
The girls eyes get really wide.
“Um…I think she’s right there,” the girl points at me.
The guy slowly turns around. His face turns red and he looks at me sheepishly.
“Hi, uh, sorry. What did you want again?”
I couldn’t even be mad. If I worked in a drive-thru I would probably hate all my customers too. Especially those minivan driving moms. Oh, aren’t they annoying!
I suppose they could have it worse....they could all be working at Wal-Mart.
posted by Sherri at 8:37 AM
3 Comments:
I saw a thing online recently that included the police report on a guy who was arrested for hocking a loogie into a cop's turkey wrap in the drive-thru.
I sympathize with the plight of the fast food worker, but there ARE limits.
~Kurt
TOTALLY busted, little punk-ass man. I try to remember they might hate their jobs too but I REALLY try not to piss off the fast-food workers for the precise reason Kurt elaborated on.
But seriously - HOW HARD is it to get an order straight from someone who clearly knows what she wants and is just spellin' it out for the retard? I ask you!!!
my friend scott used to drive thru hardees and order a "beef and cheese with no pee pee sauce"
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