How Can I Help You?

I turned sixteen on April 24th, 2009.
It was a great day. I was allowed to drive, allowed to date, allowed to go out by myself and-- what I was dreading-- legal to get an actual job.

But see, there was a problem that caused me to stop flailing my arms excitedly in the air; actually, a few problems.
One, I have slight motorphobia.
Two, high school boys are icky.
Three, I have a relatively mellow social life.

That only left me one option for my first baby step into adulthood:
Get
Yourself
A
Flipping
Job.

So I did. I took a work permit, rode my bike down along the street, and applied to nearly every place that would look me in the eye. Actually I'm kind of exaggerating with that. I only stopped at three places.

And one of them happened to be Wendy's. Lucky, lucky them; I had a friend who used to work there, and said that they were always desperate for employees. Unlucky for me, because drawing pictures and writing stories all day sounded like a much better way to spend my time than working as a dancing grease monkey.

Oh well. They most likely wouldn't like me anyway. And that's probably why they called me and said I could start on Saturday. Working for three hours? What an absurd amount of time to not be doing anything creative! What a beat down on my freedom and dignity! I wasn't going to take that.

Buuuut I did.
And I've learned some things.
I think it's been, what, three months?



Okay so you're actually probably most likely wondering why I'm off on this tangent. And why the title of the blog is the fast-food version of a Catholic practice. Well, my dear friend, let me educate you--

For those of you who don't work or have never worked in fast food, there's a lot you need to know about us fast-foody-workers. We're tough. We're crazy. We're... feet-kissers. We keep deep, dark secrets. Believe it or not, we are actually real people; and no matter how much we smile and nod and laugh when we make a mistake, we're actually not dumb.

Those deep, dark secrets need to be let out. Come into my office, and I'll educate you.