Posted on 06/21/2004 10:03:12 AM PDT by rface
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Funny as hell. He calls it "faux work..." just like I call it "ferking." I'm ferking right now.
A very important principle that holds true in American Business all the way through the CEO level.
This lad gets it.
you got time to lean...you got time to clean
Mrs. Buck, is that you??? [/flashback to McDonald's, circa 1977]
LOL. Start with the steam tables.
My coworkers often ask me how I am able to remain so cool under intense pressure. I explain that when I was a young man, I worked breakfast-rush drive thru at McDonalds. It's like Paris Island for the world of work.
Ha! I've been "ferking" for years - just didn't know what it was called ;-)
The cats thing is funny...another reminder why I don't have a friggin' cat jumping all over the house.
Wow it took him till his sophmore year of college to figure this out? I'm glad he did, but I was working in high school at such jobs.
The best was when I walked into a BK or McD for lunch with my construction buddies and ran into a girl I dated at Uni. She looked horrified that I was talking to her in my grubbies. The job paided for lots of fun the next semester at Uni.
You know what I hate? When you are at Wendy's and there is 15 mexicans and not one of them can seem to hear the fry cooker's timer beeping abnoxiously for 10 minutes.
I worked at my town's buisiest as station from 4am-noon during the summers. Talk about Paris Island. 8 pumps (pre-CC pay) that I had to keep track of ( and often an impatient customer who wants to pump immediately after someone hangs up the nossle), two huge coffee pots, people tossing money at you for papers/coffee/gas because they don't want to wait in line, guys buying smokes.
So much to keep track of it was amazing how little I got paid to work it. But it was strangely fun and a big challenge.
Nothing like mopping floors, doing oil changes, digging road beds and drainage ditches, unloading trucks, etc. to make you take college seriously.
And nothing like three years in the infantry to make you appreciate the ability to type .. and getting you a headquarters job.
I painted houses during my high school summers, and nothing could make me appreciate my current office internship more.
And a special place in Hell is reserved for tour bus drivers who just pull into a fast food joint so all the little old ladies can special order a burger.
BTTT
You'll had it easy, I was a cook in a girls' summer camp.
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