Well, my best job ever, and my worst job ever, would have to be Wendy’s. Actually it’s been my only job so far. It’s not such a bad job. It’s just my boss, Jeff, that would get annoying. He had to be one of the fruitiest men to ever maintain his closet-dwelling outer persona. His manner of management along with his terrible sense of humor made him the butt of many versions of evil and stupid boss jokes.
Though this job is deffinately not the most glamorous, with its greasy floors, terrible pays, ugly uniforms, and lack of high quality food (not that it was poor quality mind you), it was made enjoyable by the others that had to swim in the pool of misery that was Jeff.
As for one particular incident, I accidentally got some of the fry grease splashed all over my hand. Now let me just say that I wasn’t over-joyed that it happened either. The next time I came into work (my hand wrapped in swaddling bandages), Jeff had the nerve to ask me into the back office, and tell me that what happened was wrong. OOOHHHH. Seeing as how this is a public blog, I’m going to refrain from typing the words that were flying through my head. I’ll give you a hint though. It started with an F and rhymed with “Buck you Jeff!”
Bittersweeetly, I no longer work there. I quit in early August to prepare for my semester here at Akron. I do miss the people that work there. However, the best thing is going in as a customer. I get to see my friends but also get to make Jeff work for me!
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