I have a lovely job now with a lovely boss. But there was a time when I had the Worst Job in the World. I worked as an assistant manager for – can I say it? – Friendly’s. You might think that working around hamburgers, french fries, and ice cream would be fun, but you would be dead wrong. My recollection of working there is that it was a greasy, sticky mess of a job.
We were asked/forced to wear Shoes for Crews, a special type of slip-proof footwear that kept us from sloshing around on the many puddles of grease and melted ice cream. The shoes had special grooves in the bottom to channel out the grease, in much the same way as my Michelins keep my foreign-named but American-made car from slipping off the road.
The special grooves in the shoes, however, kept the grease in. So at the end of the night, if I forgot to wash out the grooves, I came home with solidified grease in the bottoms of my shoes, which caused me to leave weird black tracks throughout my house. And in case you’re wondering, yes, the grease smelled like poo.
Many times, I would be stuck washing dishes instead of doing my managerial duties because the real dishwasher either didn’t show up, or had abandoned his post mid-shift. Believe me when I tell you, having a good dishwasher is probably more important than having a good cook on staff.
My boss at Friendly’s was thisclose to being crazy. She was also a spitter, meaning as she was talking to you, spittle would fly out of her mouth. And she believed in invading your personal space, so she was a close spitter. Good times.
And the customers! One time, one of the servers brought up a small, rock-like thing and said the customer had bitten into it in the steak. Our steaks were boneless and uber-tenderized, so I was a little confused. As I turned the thing over in my hands, I noticed there was a tiny screw-like place on the rock. About that time, the server came back up and said the customer was sorry, but the rock was actually one of her dental crowns!