The only food service type jobs I had were in college.
I worked as a dishwasher my first semester, first shift (7:30am) Saturday and Sunday morning. Oy.
People I Still Hate: The students who would fill a glass (not a bowl, not a saucer) with peanut butter and then stub their cigarettes out in it.
Later I moved to the drink line. There was an unfortunate incident when the hose on the ten gallon milk dispenser pulled out and suddenly there was a small tsunami of milk runnelling down the line.
Ten years, give or take, in the industry, but never fast food, thank god.
My very first job at 16 was at a McDonald's. It was brand new and clean and shiny. It really wasn't a bad job. I worked there for 6 months in between marching band seasons.
The summers I was 17 and 18, I worked as a cashier at Hardee's. I didn't eat french fries for a full year thereafter because I was so sick of the smell (which would permeate my hair and skin--ugh).
Somehow, during that very early "food or retail" stage of life, I ended up in retail.
The Ups:
No Fast Food Ever
The Downs:
No Tips Ever
Yeah, Hec, special class of asshole, there.
I never worked fast food. I did, however, work at a Raleigh Record Bar in the early '90s, during the Christmas rush.
"Do you have this country cd? It's by this guy, and the main song's about how his girlfriend's gone."
". . ."
"Oh, and there's a guy in a hat on the cd case."
". . . I'll . . . I'll see what I can find."
Hellos!
I have never worked food service, but one of the locations where the traveling music school goes is a youth center. We try to support our partnering organizations' efforts, which means making french fries there. I am so off fried foods forever.
I too took the retail track, and have only ever worked in food in my college dorm. Which was your basic work-study, "make sure breakfast is available, and if it pleases you, quiz half-awake people about the state capitals" job, which I had for one year before qualifying for nier jobs.
My brother has done plenty of food service, and for a while this spring, worked making bread for Bertucci's, so we could legitimately say he was makin' dough.
I introduced two of my officemates to David Sedaris. That is my good deed of the day.
I am unpleased with my lunch. Turkey Cheeseburger delux which would normally make me happy, but they promised pickle and delivered none, and the fries aren't good. Last time I am going to that place.