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I’m kinda in a similar job at the moment, won’t say where I work but I’ve been called by customers snidely as the “official button pusher”, because they were pushing the wrong buttons and I asked them to stop. Sigh.

]]> By: Kinzy http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/comment-page-2/#comment-404647 Kinzy Thu, 23 Apr 2009 18:35:48 +0000 http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/#comment-404647 My first job was as a hostess at a Mexican restaurant owned by a pompous ass and his three brothers and two close friends when I was 15. Being blonde haired and blue eyed, I was like a slab of meat in the presence of a tiger around those guys! Never mind that I was 15! When it was slow, they would all walk across the street to this seedy bar, and would often call me to bring chips and salsa to the bartender in exchange for free drinks for the guys. When I showed up, they would tell (actually slur) me to sit down and have a drink or two. I was FIFTEEN, people!! But that didn't stop me! The endless learing, sexual comments, inappropriate touching, and constant attempts to get me wasted finally drove me off to a daycare job where I must have been the worst teacher ever! Man, as a mom of two beautiful daughters, I pray that their working environments at that age will be so much less sexually harassing. I think back now of what could have been, and realize that I was lucky to come out of it unscathed. My most fun job was as a trainer in another Mexican restaurant. I traveled all over the U.S. opening new stores and training wait staff and bartenders. I made a lot of awesome friends and partied my a** off for three years straight. Might explain why I'm 34 and am just now finishing my bachelor's program!! My first job was as a hostess at a Mexican restaurant owned by a pompous ass and his three brothers and two close friends when I was 15. Being blonde haired and blue eyed, I was like a slab of meat in the presence of a tiger around those guys! Never mind that I was 15! When it was slow, they would all walk across the street to this seedy bar, and would often call me to bring chips and salsa to the bartender in exchange for free drinks for the guys. When I showed up, they would tell (actually slur) me to sit down and have a drink or two. I was FIFTEEN, people!! But that didn’t stop me! The endless learing, sexual comments, inappropriate touching, and constant attempts to get me wasted finally drove me off to a daycare job where I must have been the worst teacher ever! Man, as a mom of two beautiful daughters, I pray that their working environments at that age will be so much less sexually harassing. I think back now of what could have been, and realize that I was lucky to come out of it unscathed.

My most fun job was as a trainer in another Mexican restaurant. I traveled all over the U.S. opening new stores and training wait staff and bartenders. I made a lot of awesome friends and partied my a** off for three years straight. Might explain why I’m 34 and am just now finishing my bachelor’s program!!

]]> By: Frondly http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/comment-page-2/#comment-404152 Frondly Wed, 22 Apr 2009 18:25:32 +0000 http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/#comment-404152 Short-lived but worst job ever: 90+ degree summer days spent wiping steamed crawfish remains off outdoor picnic tables at the Bayou Boogaloo and Cajun Food Fest. Yummy yum yum. Short-lived but worst job ever: 90+ degree summer days spent wiping steamed crawfish remains off outdoor picnic tables at the Bayou Boogaloo and Cajun Food Fest. Yummy yum yum.

]]> By: Amanda http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/comment-page-2/#comment-403856 Amanda Wed, 22 Apr 2009 11:00:40 +0000 http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/#comment-403856 I worked in a tanning salon, given the added bonus of all the free tanning I could stand. WHICH WAS A LOT, apparently. I was one crispy chicken. Great post, by the way. You crack me up every time, sister. I worked in a tanning salon, given the added bonus of all the free tanning I could stand. WHICH WAS A LOT, apparently. I was one crispy chicken.

Great post, by the way. You crack me up every time, sister.

]]> By: Erica http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/comment-page-2/#comment-403634 Erica Wed, 22 Apr 2009 02:59:30 +0000 http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/#comment-403634 When I was 16, the summer before my senior year, I began working at a Dairy Queen. I ended up being there about a year - a very long time by teenager standards. It was a lousy job that I came home from every night covered in a crust of melted and dried ice cream that flung out of the blizzard machines. The burgers were greasy, the "ice cream mix" was disgusting, and the pay was abysmal, but I made some really great friends. One, in particular: a wonderful guy I started dating in July of that summer and married two years later. We're about to celebrate our 12th anniversary and I still make a better sundae that he does! When I was 16, the summer before my senior year, I began working at a Dairy Queen. I ended up being there about a year – a very long time by teenager standards. It was a lousy job that I came home from every night covered in a crust of melted and dried ice cream that flung out of the blizzard machines. The burgers were greasy, the “ice cream mix” was disgusting, and the pay was abysmal, but I made some really great friends. One, in particular: a wonderful guy I started dating in July of that summer and married two years later. We’re about to celebrate our 12th anniversary and I still make a better sundae that he does!

]]> By: lee http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/comment-page-2/#comment-402780 lee Mon, 20 Apr 2009 22:39:37 +0000 http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/#comment-402780 it was 1981 and i worked at wendy's. i worked the salad bar, which is where pigs got to rutt and make their "diet" dinners. if someone out the wrong spoon in the dressing, protocol was to simply stir the dressing together, so that foul vomity taste in your french dressing was probably because some ass put the bleu cheese ladle in the wrong bucket and i stirred it together. once i was forced to sweep a crock of croutons off the floor and put it on the salad bar- the manager knocked the last of them off the shelf with his enormous ass and we had to have croutons for the district managers visit. i used to go to the walk-in freezer and eat bacon bits a handful at a time. we could buy food for 1/2 price and i used to get a kids cheeseburger meal for .63 cents. then my mom got cancer and they scheduled me for 2 hours one week- 10 pm to midnight, knowing i had to walk 2 miles home. i quit, but not before stealing a huge 2 lb. bag of chili seasoning that lasted my family for 2 years. i also cleaned the dining room and kept all the crap people left on the trays- change, nail polish, even a pair of false teeth. i got a $20 tip from the toothless old man when he came back looking for his teeth (i knew how expensive teeth were because of my grandmother and i knew better than to throw them away!) i loved my co-workers. my worst job was selling commissary supplies to jails at hugely inflated prices. i felt like we were making profit off the sorrows of others. plus the new manager drank all the time and called me by his ex-wife's name when he was smashed- which was every day after lunch! i got fired in retaliation for telling on him and got a week's pay severance. but the joke was on him- i had already found a job making $10K more a year and had planned on leaving him in the lurch! so the severance pay was just a bonus! take that, you drunk SOB! it was 1981 and i worked at wendy’s. i worked the salad bar, which is where pigs got to rutt and make their “diet” dinners. if someone out the wrong spoon in the dressing, protocol was to simply stir the dressing together, so that foul vomity taste in your french dressing was probably because some ass put the bleu cheese ladle in the wrong bucket and i stirred it together. once i was forced to sweep a crock of croutons off the floor and put it on the salad bar- the manager knocked the last of them off the shelf with his enormous ass and we had to have croutons for the district managers visit. i used to go to the walk-in freezer and eat bacon bits a handful at a time. we could buy food for 1/2 price and i used to get a kids cheeseburger meal for .63 cents. then my mom got cancer and they scheduled me for 2 hours one week- 10 pm to midnight, knowing i had to walk 2 miles home. i quit, but not before stealing a huge 2 lb. bag of chili seasoning that lasted my family for 2 years. i also cleaned the dining room and kept all the crap people left on the trays- change, nail polish, even a pair of false teeth. i got a $20 tip from the toothless old man when he came back looking for his teeth (i knew how expensive teeth were because of my grandmother and i knew better than to throw them away!)

i loved my co-workers.

my worst job was selling commissary supplies to jails at hugely inflated prices. i felt like we were making profit off the sorrows of others. plus the new manager drank all the time and called me by his ex-wife’s name when he was smashed- which was every day after lunch! i got fired in retaliation for telling on him and got a week’s pay severance. but the joke was on him- i had already found a job making $10K more a year and had planned on leaving him in the lurch! so the severance pay was just a bonus! take that, you drunk SOB!

]]> By: beth http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/comment-page-2/#comment-402474 beth Mon, 20 Apr 2009 13:34:35 +0000 http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/04/16/425-an-hour/#comment-402474 I gotta say I can't really complain about right here right now.... I get paid to read blogs all day and plan my wedding :) I gotta say I can’t really complain about right here right now…. I get paid to read blogs all day and plan my wedding :)

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