(sorry for bad grammar :P)
I (14M) had my first summer job in august, at this point in time i had recently been in a mental hospital (not touching that right now)
anyways, my first job was at a little diner job called “Melgies” im not sure if its a local business or not but thats besides the point. one thing i wish i had known was that diner jobs are very stressful first jobs
1st day, no formal training, good start huh? this really chill guy named Allan (the only one of the crew i liked)
turns out that i was going to be a dish washer like, full time dishwasher, i signed up to be a bus-boy, so yeah whatever
i start washing dishes (i still dont know half the things that would probably be useful to me) so thats cool.
first day actually wasnt that bad, except for the fact that every minuet flaw and accident was pointed out to me without remorse
day two, day two was okay, kinda sorta very busy, its basically just day one all over again except my emotional-support-allan wasnt in today 🙁
it was on day two that i was informed that saturdays were VERY busy, more busy than today, so i ask the manager if i could, y’know, not work on saturday, since this was my first job i didnt think of working full time
saturday comes along and i get a call from my mom that they wanted me in today, god, thats so weird how i asked to not go in on THAT DAY
so i go in to work in a not awesome mood, no allan today either 🙁 btw, and guesssss what?
there is a mountain sized heap of plates and food thats been in some old ass mans gross mouth, including forks and knives… btw this job made me hate eggs and other poultry foods.
this is about when i just dip, fuck them, sorry if i sound like a little bitch.
(other bad stuff: the sink smelt awful, like a dead possum, the rack where plates are stacked were RIGHT ABOVE AN OPEN STOVE TOP, ONE LITTLE SLIP AND IM IN THE GOD DAMN HOSPITAL, anyways, just about nobody was available to help me, not even Allan)
ok bye love you