The Mascot
I guess my managers were pleased with my performance as an ice cream cone, because they have scheduled me to be The Mascot about twice a week. It's still lots of fun, though the suit seems to get a bit heavier every time.
Kids like the Mascot. But kids are also evil, so some of them like to attack me. One night it got particularly crazy. The
I cowered in the back room, waiting for the horde to disperse. Eventually the kids left, but the whole experience left me a bit shaken.
The Kitchen
I'm still working in the kitchen a few times a week, making fried food for the masses. I'm still locked in mortal combat with the salt shaker, Lucifer. I told myself I wouldn't be bothered by his absurdly high temperature anymore. Mind over matter. Lucifer didn't like that, so he retaliated by letting his lid fall off over an entire batch of fries, burying them in a mountain of salt. I tried to explain to my manager that it wasn't my fault, but he wasn't convinced.
This salt shaker needs to be destroyed.
The End
That's all I've got to say, really. It's been fun posting about work, and I hope you guys have enjoyed The Fast Food Saga.
Quote of the Day:
"RAAAAWWR! I'm eating your cousin!"
-Spoken by a four year old kid who was standing in front of The Mascot eating an ice cream cone.
disclaimer
Next time you are "The Mascot" you might not be so lucky >:)
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