Okay, we now bring you to another summer time job to help me pay for my college education. I was the hamburger-flipping-donut-maker. Yes, I worked at a hamburger/donut shop. I am not sure why the combination — I guess they are both round and neither one is particularly healthy so they go together. People do like one-stop shops — you can get all your grease in one place.
This job was one of the worst jobs of my life. I was yelled at constantly because I wasn’t flipping those burgers fast enough, and I was putting too much filling in the cream donuts. It was the only job that brought me to say, “Take this job and shove it.” Okay, I didn’t really say that — I said, “Stop yelling at me” (a couple of sniffles) and then “I quit.”
My dad actually thought the whole thing was humorous and liked to tease me about my greasy job. He never understood why I took the job in the first place, and after working for the dictator I wasn’t sure why either. Well, once again, I lived in a small town, and I needed the money. I could have tried to go back to the explosive plant, but this seemed like a step up! It turns out I do better working with detonators than grease.
Lessons learned from making donuts and hamburgers:
- A greasy environment does not encourage a radiant complexion
- I don’t like it when people yell at me
- When filling a donut with cream make sure the cream isn’t going out the other side of the donut
Perks of the job:
- I can’t think of any
Would I do this job again?