Jesse, the Ricky's by my work is hiring. So is the BK.
I'm picky. If a job isn't interesting and/or well paid, I'd want to be able to screw around online.
Also, I was sitting next to a guy on the train the other day who was clearly just getting off a shift working with a deep fryer, and it was NASTY.
Avoid the deep fryer.
The bagel shop I worked at made its own chips. I sometimes got roped into doing it. I quickly acquired an extra long sleeved smock that the baker used to avoid getting burns from the steam trays. Insane. The rubber on the soles of my sneakers melted, just from the grease spatter.
snob.
Don't forget, I'm nearly a Master of Science.
I once worked at a fast food place that was having financial difficulties. Once I burned myself taking something out of an oven - there was a hole in the oven mitt right at the webbing between my thumb and index finger (nasty place to get burned, too). I complained to the manager. She basically told me to figure out a way to take stuff out of the oven without getting burned by the holes in the oven mitts.
I quit soon after. About a week or two after, people's paychecks started bouncing.
You people just reaffirm my no-food-service stance.
January was an auspicious month for a lot of parents-of-Buffistas, or so it seems.
September is the most common birth month in America, IIRC, largely because it's nine months after the holiday season, when people tend to have more time off and be in a festive mood.
You people just reaffirm my no-food-service stance.
Well, um... I'm glad. Reaffirming no-food-service stances is my middle name.
Jesse, of course, haven't you watched "Doublemeat Palace"? You'll either have a cow on your head or an ex will return married or there will be evil eggs. I much prefer you win the lottery.