B used to be the night manager at Steak Escape (kinda like Quiznos, but with tastier food, and the best fries in the whole universe), so he was covered in grease by the end of the night without fail. I also worked at Auntie Anne's one summer, and was coated in butter at the end of every shift. *shudders at the memory*
Food service is the work of the devil, I'm convinced.
And anything NOT involving a cash register is where I would have at least liked to spend my holidays in retail, but alas, it was never to be. Even as a stocker at Michael's one year, I kept getting called up to run register. Ugh.
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Date: 2010-12-24 05:56 pm (UTC)Food service is the work of the devil, I'm convinced.
And anything NOT involving a cash register is where I would have at least liked to spend my holidays in retail, but alas, it was never to be. Even as a stocker at Michael's one year, I kept getting called up to run register. Ugh.
*smishes*