Sunday, March 27, 2011

Audience of One

I used to walk to work after school three days a week. I'd go there and do the dishes, clean up at the end of the day. My friends would sometimes ditch if we had a study at the end of the day, but I stayed. I figured if I got to work an hour early, people would probably notice.

As I got older, and went to college, I still worked there. I commuted to school, so some days I would drive to work after my last class to work for a while. As I got older though, I graduated from dishes to cooking, so I did the cook clean up. This means cooking bacon and cleaning the grill.

I hate cooking bacon.

Everyone does.

It's the one thing that most of us who cook there would rather do anything else than have to be subjected to that. At first it's cool to see so much bacon. After a while that wanes, and you tire of it. Eventually you come to despise it, and you don't even see bacon as food. Once that phase passes, you make your peace with it, and realize there are things in life worse than having to cook bacon.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Long Road

Working where I do is interesting. It's a small, family owned breakfast and lunch place. I've worked there since I became old enough to work.

The family that owns the restaurant is close to mine, so close that they themselves have become family to me.

When I called for a job, I had just become old enough to work, and knew just where I wanted to be. I picked up the phone, dialed the number, and waited for my response.

My Aunt picked up the phone, and I told her I was old enough now, and if there were any openings that I would like a job. She laughed and said that was a good joke, then hung up the phone. I was on the other end, just blinking in disbelief.

It was April 1st, and She thought it was an April Fool's day prank being played by one of the other employees. I called back and got everything straightened out, then had a pretty good laugh. I've been there ever since.