Posted on 07/14/2015 11:28:53 AM PDT by SeekAndFind
The best job I’ve ever had was cleaning deep fryers at McDonald’s at 4:30 in the morning. By “best,” I don’t mean most pleasant. Each morning, I would take a filtration device (basically a heavy bucket with a filter, on wheels) up to each deep fryer, empty the fryer’s oil into it and, while it churned away, I would scrub the sides and bottom of the fryer. After the filter was done working, I would pump the filtered oil back into the fryer and turn on the heating element to prepare it for that day’s cooking.
By the end of this process, which took about an hour, I smelled like a combination of old French fries and fish filets, and I had at least one new burn per week. After finishing this job, I was expected to start up the grills and prep for breakfast service.
It was greasy, hot, and deeply unpleasant work, but in a very important way it was the best job I’ve ever had because those mornings are what I thought about in future jobs when things seemed bad. Scrubbing deep fryers will always remind me to keep a healthy perspective about work. Now, as a stay-at-home dad, even my worst day is better than cleaning those fryers, because that job was terrible.
After McDonald’s came a steady stream of crap jobs as I worked my way through college. I’ve sliced roast beef at Arby’s, tried (unsuccessfully) to corral parents during the Christmas shopping season at Toys ‘R Us, and I’ve survived a stint at the returns desk at Wal-Mart, where getting yelled at was not uncommon.
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I’m watching Fury-”best job I ever had.”
I recently told someone who said that illegals are “doing the jobs that Americans won’t do...”
“Because we pay Americans NOT to do those jobs! Cut off the welfare gravy train and watch Americans demand the illegals get kicked out so they can take those jobs!”
People are stupid.
You would honestly expect this crowd to accept a crap job?
MY first job was working midnights in a steel mill... when I came home after my shift, my mother made me undress in the basement... I was SO filthy she didn’t want the dirt in the house.
I guess it was just me and my ‘white privilege’ that got me that job and kept me going back for two years so I could get the money for a car and college....(while all my friends were OUT having a ball)
My grandmother told stories of being a student nurse and her mother would not allow her “to come inside my house wearing those clothes that are all full of germs”. Hence she had to strip on the back porch before being allowed inside. Pretty racy stuff for the 1920’s!
Here in Pittsburgh many older homes have “Pittsburgh Toilets” set out in the middle of the basement floor, and open shower heads in the basement for similar reasons. Men would come home from mills and mines so full of grime the lady of the house would never let them in the front door. Went straight to the basement to wash up.
I can’t even get a crap job.
Shows how great the Obama economy really is.
From the time I was 5 until I was 14 I and my 2 sisters, my mother(sometimes) and my Father worked in our 20,000 bird Chicken House(19,000 or so eggs a day) so when the kids today complain I “politely” tell them to STFU!
Dishwasher at a popular Chinese restaurant. Long hours, horrible pay, no tips, but a plate of great food to start the evening, a paper bag of leftovers after the kitchen floor was cleaned, and once or twice a week a chance to moon over the owner’s daughter.
Ah youth...
Then I dug post holes for his fence (again by hand, until he garnered some sympathy and brought out his tractor with a post-hole auger on it - we broke three safety pins dealing with rocks). It was hard work, it was good work, and it was a learning experience I never forgot.
I worked at McDonald’s, Taco Bell and Arby’s.
I was the maintenance man at McDonald’s. Funny, because I was 15 and in college.
Anyway, I used that early morning time to make grilled cheese sandwiches and omelets.
To this day I can’t stand ketchup. Not the smell or taste.
Try working in the Lethal Room (where they electrocuted stray dogs and cats) at the Animal Rescue League. We had to shove the crying, terrified dogs in and then remove their smoking, burnt corpses. I refused to work there and was happy to just clean cages.
Ya go into places like LA, and the people in McWhopper don’t even speak English..They have to hire bilingual managers to communicate with their low wage help, most of which are illegal. The franchises are owned mostly by foreign nationals, cartel bosses, Muslims etc.
Who would send your teenage daughter into that to work with some 40 year old low wage illegals from Mexico? Not going to happen.
I shoveled crap from horse stalls and worked on sale barn alley ways. Did it for 2 years daylight to dark on weekends and sale days.
You’re not trying hard enough!/
Just kidding.
Same here.
I took an awful job last year that almost put me in traction.
Ever wonder where all the dirt and smelly grim goes when you go thru the car wash? Unfortunately I know.....
I know what that’s like, having worked in a doughnut shop in high school for a year. The fryers were emptied, the oil (liquified shortening) was pumped through the thing and what was left was smelly, dirty and got all over the place if I wasn’t careful wheeling it out into the back parking lot. Once I had it sitting there, I used hot water to chase the residue out and down the sewer drain. The best part about that job was delivering the doughnuts in the company van to another shop that didn’t have its own fryers...and boy did the cops ever love to see us show up on Saturday and Sunday mornings before 6! Plus, it was almost always party time on the way back to the main store. It was my 2nd job ever and it paid $2.20/hour in 1975. I had just gotten my drivers license two weeks before getting the job and one of my best friends helped get me in but it was the quality of my work in the restrooms, especially the Ladies Room, where I demonstrated to the manager that I was good enough to start work ASAP!
Spent a summer working nights in a zinc plating factory.
Stripped the steel in a vat with 400,000 gals of sulfuric acid, plated antennae towers in a large vat of 900 degree zinc.
It actually looked like hell and felt like it.
Your experience was similar to mine. One summer, I worked in a shipyard from 4 pm to midnight, and often overtime until 4:00 am. I was told to enter the house quietly, strip down to my underwear, and leave the dirty outerwear in the laundry room before coming upstairs.
Those work hours didn’t enhance my social life, but I soon learned to value the educational opportunities my parents gave me.
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