I will not reveal the fast food restaurant in which I am a constituent of because I'm still under it's wings. But if you believe you know which it is, you are as of now forewarned that i will neither deny nor admit to it. I will also not reveal my real name, for as simple reason as i might as well get fired (hahaha), and because i am only sixteen going on seventeen not to long from now, and also because i find it rather stupid if i did reveal my true identity. What fun is there in that?
I was inspired to write this blog when i came across an article not to long ago about a woman that worked in a hotel as a housekeeper, i found it rather amusing and helpful. Not to long after, i went to a hotel for vacation, and i made absolutely sure that this particular maid wasn't submitting herself with the same 'shortcuts' as the one i had read about.
So one day as i was working, (cleaning the tables half dead) i thought about the fun i would have if i wrote my own blog and my own confessions, and slowly my mind spun with sentences and phrases to use, i was so excited i came home at once and began to write.
So here i am now, writing, but before i do, let me tell you how i got this job.
This is my first job, and though I'm happy about making money, especially now that minimum wage has gone up, I can't say I'm entirely thrilled about being here. So how do i begin? Let's just say my 'cousin Joseph' had been trying to convince my dad to push me to work here, and to my utterly surprise and astonishment, he fabulously succeeded.
I almost cried when my father came to me and told me the news, but the manager, (a very good friend of my cousin's) was there so i had to hold back the tears that were fighting to fountain out. So here i am now signing the application form, while my father smiles intently and proudly because his first daughter is finally getting a job. How touching.
It's not like i need to work, I'm not in desperate need for money, but my father insists that working early in my 'short life' (he's 50), would teach me valuable lessons in 'good work ethic', and 'have a glimpse of how the real world works.' I stare at him and pinch my arm, making sure that I'm not having just a bad dream, but to my dissolution, my arm responds and I'm bleeding.
The first day on the job wasn't so bad, i was cleaning the lobby the whole time with the help of a nice coworker, whom I'll call Jane. She showed me around, taught me a few but useful tricks (like if you place napkins a certain way, it's easier to get them out). I met most of the managers and they were kind to me. My cousin's friend told me to hide the fact that Joseph was my cousin, because then everyone would think that this was the reason i got the job (and it's not all a lie). I agreed feebly because the truth of the matter is that i didn't believe i had to worry since i bare no resemblance to him. So i continued my day cleaning, and i was happy, well content is a better word.
That's how i got the job, it may not be thrilling but it's how it went.
So on to the main subject, i will begin to confess as soon as i am capable of doing so (translation: when i feel like turning on the computer to write, and actually feel like writing). I'll categorize my topic depending on my mood, what happened throughout the day, so this will range from occasional rants, to coworkers, to managers, customers, stations, etc. etc.
But let me again forewarn you that probably my blogs will sound like rants. (Big surprise there). So let this be a hello from my part to you, and let my rants begin! (or rather blogs...)
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