As i mentioned in my last posting I have found employment at the lovely business of Sonic:America's Drive-IN. Working there is fun and at some times is actually a challenge dealing with all the stupid retards that they let work there. (Some names have been changed to protect the guilty)
WARNING!!!!! If you frequently get food at fast food restaurants you will want to stop reading now. If you continue on you may fins yourself never eating at a Sonic again. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!
OK... So I am the evening shift cook Monday through Friday and I work the day shift on the weekends. The things that go on in this store horrify me and make me never want to eat at any other fast food restaurant again in my life. First off the two managers who work at night Suzie and Bobby and husband and wife and have been for 28 years. They are definitely a couple of huge potheads as they tell me stories all the time about their drunken, stoned, adventures everywhere. I'm not saying that pot-heads are bad as I do claim to belong to that same crowd. They also happen to smoke cigarettes which I also do so again no problem there either. What I do have a problem with though is when the fucking night manager is standing about 10 feet away from the place where we cook our food smoking a cigarette!!! At night they all go to the back (me included) and smoke. And when I say the back, I don't mean outside...I mean like ten feet just past the grill, still in the building, outback. The place definitely is not up to standard on any kind of health code at all. Bobby and Suzie must be sucking some ones dick at the Health Department to even keep that store running. The other day, the other day time cook went out back and smoked a half of a joint and put the other half behind his ear and started cooking again. I have seen the manager, and I am guilty of doing this myself...sorry...Go straight from handling raw meat i.e. hamburger to mixing a cherry limeade, which requires you to touch the limes. I have seen a guy go straight from scrubbing the floor to making hamburgers without even washing his hands. I know that on some nights meat will sit on the grill for 2-3 hours and dry out and when somebody orders food we will move it to the hot side of the grill and dump some water on it so it will be moist. We also do the same type pf things with fries, tots, popcorn chicken, corn dogs, chicken strips, and anything else that is deep fried. You fries may test fresh...but I guarantee you that they have been sitting under a light for about a half hour to keep them warm and when you order them we through them back into the 330 degree oil just so they will be hot and you think they will be fresh. The place is so bad that I have even seen the other day cook sell weed and Xanax during business hours out of the store. Most of the people who work there are people who live in North Tulsa, you know what type of people these are if you have lived here or in East Saint Louis, and are fat and dirty. They just brought in a dude to hire today that looks like Bill from King of the Hill. And they plan on letting him cook there. I have never seen spit into a food but I have definitely seen people scratch themselves in "bad places" then go straight back to cooking. There have been a few times I have seen things dropped on the floor to be picked back up and but back into use. We cook the eggs on the same grill and with the same spatula and grease that we cook the raw beef, pork, and chicken, on, in, and with. The other day our freezer was acting up and everything was melting and thawing out including the meat...What did we do...nothing. We continued to use the product even though it had been defrosting for the last Hour and a half or so.I only work there because they were the people who would pay the highest. I also started smoking cigarettes again as a result of working the day shift. The girls who work up front during the day just stand around and argue with each other all fucking day long about how no one else is doing anything. There is so much tension that I either need a blow job or a cigarette and I wouldn't let any of those women near YOUR dick. I just thought that you might like a brief glimpse into the inside of a typical fast food restaurant. If you habe any questions feel free to leave them in the comments.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Long Time No Post
So... I know it has been a very long time since I have posted anything. Not that it really matters because of the fact that no one ready this except for Mr. Poopsy and he probably doesn't even read it anymore. Anyhow since my last post a lot of cool, weird, and exciting things have been going on in my life. I am now employed and the two best companies in the world. Well at least when you are employed by both they are the best but separately they suck huge dick. The companies are Sonic and Blockbuster. I get free food and free movies everyday. What more could a man need besides food and entertainment. I don't have an office job where I can watch Mexicans clean algae out of three foot deep ponds so I must resort to other, more abnormal ways of getting entertainment.
I am now done with my second semester and first year at TU. After a year of college and the fraternity life I needed a break so I along with another GAY brother and one of his friends are moving out of the country in about four months. This is going to be pretty exciting and fulfilling because I will get show all those people who called me an idiot for doing such a thing that I am capable of doing it and quite well at that. A lot of funny things have happened to me but I can't remember most of them as I was either stoned or drunk at the time and both of those things tend to impair your ability to remember all the funny things that happened. One event that I remember in particular though happened a few days after the end of finals and we were at the GAY house...
It all started when I got a call from one of the bros. asking if I wanted to come over and party. I had nothing else to do and no job so I decided to go over and get fucked up for old times sake. I had no beer or money so I didn't plan on doing much of anything except watching other people get fucked up. Well... when i got to the house it appeared that there had been a party there the night before and that one of the brothers had rounded up all the unopened beers and put them in a particular brothers fridge. Now... I usually steal food and liquor from this brother over all the breaks because he is stupid enough to leave them there for me so... I go into P-Schell's room and low and behold in his fridge is just the right amount of beer to get very drunk on. So i take 3 or 7 or 9 or 11... not really sure how many but anyway I was getting pretty drunk with my roommate Thor when our other GAY brother Opcom A busts through the door asking if we had seen any of the Keystones in P-Schell's fridge because they were all his. I, in my drunken state, attempted to figure out why Opcom A's beer was in P-Schells' fridge. (I didn't know that he had rounded them up at this time). So he tells me his reason (the rounding up of the lost beers just as Jesus shepherds over his lost sheep) and I attempt to explain to him through the use of perfect logic that if they did not belong to him in the first place that I wasn't really stealing from him. He just got mad and left but my night was not over yet. About midnight I got the drunchies (definition found here here for those of you unfamiliar with the term) and decided that a trip to the QT would be the best solution for my problem. So I was getting ready to make a Quick Trip to well...Quick Trip when I realized that I had $0 and no car. My first thought was to get my roommate to drive me and pay for me as he and been eating lunch with my ID for like the past month and a half and he owed me. So I went to my loving roommate Thor and asked "Good Lord, God of Thunder...wouldest thou drive me unto the closet QT for the purpose of sedating mine hunger?" I was extremely disappointed in Thor when he answered "If only mine chariot had enough gas to get you to QT and back and for me to also driveth it to mine work and back in the morrow, then would I help you maketh you epic drunk QT Odyssey". So feeling defeated I decided to go to bed when I turned around and saw that laying on my bookcase was a 50 states quarter collection that my grandparents had gotten me for Christmas. It had 50 of the Denver mint coins and probably half of the Philadelphia mint coins. This set of coins was probably worth about 35-40 dollars in collection value while only about $17 in face value (these statistics stolen from here). So i began forming a plan in my mind of how I could acquire some food without the help of Thor. I popped all of the quarters out of the cardboard holder and stumbled (quite literally) all the way to QT. Crossing the road was like playing Frogger on the hardest level except I knew if I got hit that I wouldn't just respawn and the original starting point. So when I made it past he monster traffic trap that is 11th street in Tulsa at 4 am I decided to buy about $12 worth of cigarettes and food. You should have seen the guys face when I told him that I would be paying in all quarters. He looked something like this which I though was a bit creepy but I wanted my food and paid him twelve dollars in quarters anyway. When finished counting he said "Yeh...Change" all Lurch like. I finished listening to the band playing the song while he sang and danced just saying "Yeh!!!...Change" and other random words. He didn't even say good bye to me or tell me to come back.
SO after crossing back over 11th street, risking my life to get back to the GAY house so i could sleep somewhere for the night...I consumed my lovely QT delicacies, smoked a wonderful cigarette and fell fast asleep where I dreamed of having dance parties with Lurch while playing classic arcade games.
I am now done with my second semester and first year at TU. After a year of college and the fraternity life I needed a break so I along with another GAY brother and one of his friends are moving out of the country in about four months. This is going to be pretty exciting and fulfilling because I will get show all those people who called me an idiot for doing such a thing that I am capable of doing it and quite well at that. A lot of funny things have happened to me but I can't remember most of them as I was either stoned or drunk at the time and both of those things tend to impair your ability to remember all the funny things that happened. One event that I remember in particular though happened a few days after the end of finals and we were at the GAY house...
It all started when I got a call from one of the bros. asking if I wanted to come over and party. I had nothing else to do and no job so I decided to go over and get fucked up for old times sake. I had no beer or money so I didn't plan on doing much of anything except watching other people get fucked up. Well... when i got to the house it appeared that there had been a party there the night before and that one of the brothers had rounded up all the unopened beers and put them in a particular brothers fridge. Now... I usually steal food and liquor from this brother over all the breaks because he is stupid enough to leave them there for me so... I go into P-Schell's room and low and behold in his fridge is just the right amount of beer to get very drunk on. So i take 3 or 7 or 9 or 11... not really sure how many but anyway I was getting pretty drunk with my roommate Thor when our other GAY brother Opcom A busts through the door asking if we had seen any of the Keystones in P-Schell's fridge because they were all his. I, in my drunken state, attempted to figure out why Opcom A's beer was in P-Schells' fridge. (I didn't know that he had rounded them up at this time). So he tells me his reason (the rounding up of the lost beers just as Jesus shepherds over his lost sheep) and I attempt to explain to him through the use of perfect logic that if they did not belong to him in the first place that I wasn't really stealing from him. He just got mad and left but my night was not over yet. About midnight I got the drunchies (definition found here here for those of you unfamiliar with the term) and decided that a trip to the QT would be the best solution for my problem. So I was getting ready to make a Quick Trip to well...Quick Trip when I realized that I had $0 and no car. My first thought was to get my roommate to drive me and pay for me as he and been eating lunch with my ID for like the past month and a half and he owed me. So I went to my loving roommate Thor and asked "Good Lord, God of Thunder...wouldest thou drive me unto the closet QT for the purpose of sedating mine hunger?" I was extremely disappointed in Thor when he answered "If only mine chariot had enough gas to get you to QT and back and for me to also driveth it to mine work and back in the morrow, then would I help you maketh you epic drunk QT Odyssey". So feeling defeated I decided to go to bed when I turned around and saw that laying on my bookcase was a 50 states quarter collection that my grandparents had gotten me for Christmas. It had 50 of the Denver mint coins and probably half of the Philadelphia mint coins. This set of coins was probably worth about 35-40 dollars in collection value while only about $17 in face value (these statistics stolen from here). So i began forming a plan in my mind of how I could acquire some food without the help of Thor. I popped all of the quarters out of the cardboard holder and stumbled (quite literally) all the way to QT. Crossing the road was like playing Frogger on the hardest level except I knew if I got hit that I wouldn't just respawn and the original starting point. So when I made it past he monster traffic trap that is 11th street in Tulsa at 4 am I decided to buy about $12 worth of cigarettes and food. You should have seen the guys face when I told him that I would be paying in all quarters. He looked something like this which I though was a bit creepy but I wanted my food and paid him twelve dollars in quarters anyway. When finished counting he said "Yeh...Change" all Lurch like. I finished listening to the band playing the song while he sang and danced just saying "Yeh!!!...Change" and other random words. He didn't even say good bye to me or tell me to come back.
SO after crossing back over 11th street, risking my life to get back to the GAY house so i could sleep somewhere for the night...I consumed my lovely QT delicacies, smoked a wonderful cigarette and fell fast asleep where I dreamed of having dance parties with Lurch while playing classic arcade games.
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