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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Cleaned houses from the time I was 16 until 19. Not real bad,except the spitoon. I still gag thinking about it. Sick people...cannot clean such. Boss when I was 19 walked around in his whitey-tighties. THAT was weird.
I loved the college receptionist job, they asked me to stay, wish I would have.
Worked hoeing fields some, picking beans, driving tractor those were when I was 11-13.
I bet if I had stopped in and told you that after a guy from Kenya was elected POTUS, your job would be considered middle class, should pay enough to support a family of 4, and provide a wide menu of benefits, you would figure I was a space alien.,,,
Or that someday Homosexual Supremacists would rule the country.
My worst memory of that job was slipping on a baby chick and falling headlong into a packed horde of chicks. That was just gross and didn't make my employer very happy.
During breaks between terms at Oregon I walked back and forth behind bunks of either three 4’ or six 2’ sheets of veneer plywood. I separated the top sheet and shoved it 4” forward into the dryer. The machine took it away and I did it again, and again and again...for eight hours except two short breaks and lunch. Sometimes they asked me if I wanted to work a double for overtime. Always the same answer was, absolutely.
Well, if that doesn’t sober up the conversation...
And not to make light of it, please don’t misunderstand.
Being a soldier was my fourth job, and hands down the best one I ever had.
I did the closing cleanup at Mc D’s. I’d make a body cover out of a trash can liner, and wash everything in the kitchen, then take out the trash in 14 degree weather.
I’ve done some crap jobs, for sure. Burger King burger cook. Worked at BFI repairing dumpsters all day long. Washed cars outdoors in the winter. Worked at a printing plant collating, binding, and so on.
I never thought I was too good to do any of those jobs, and still don’t. They were good motivation to get an education and get a job that didn’t involve doing manual labour all day long. If I had to I’d still do one of those jobs.
Eh, I did time in McHell. I suppose it’s handy when my job gets rough to have a solid “could be worse” in my life frankly if I could push a button and not have spent that time there I’d push it so hard and fast I’d probably wind up in a cast. Crap jobs are crap jobs, and I really don’t blame anybody for wanting to avoid them.
I should not have talked about my friend.
No way in hell would he approve.
I am a non veteran but, like many of us we are are often frustrated by not being able to thank them enough. My church is full of veterans, there are no more reliable brothers and sisters in Christ on earth than these people.
I do my best by just being there for them, and not asking too many questions.
I also would never knock a person for wanting to serve.
They remove nose rings and cover tattoos for jobs, so why not?
The Muslims I know all work for banks.
I started doing chores on the farm before first grade and by the time I was ten I was walking behind a plow. I joined the Navy and went straight from graduation to boot camp looking for an easier life and I danged sure found one! I did more hard labor by the time I was twelve than almost any young person now expects to do in a lifetime.
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