[continued from yesterday]
I remember my first day working at Burger King. I think it was a four hour shift. The grill for the burgers had a treadmill-like element to it. My sole task that first shift was to put frozen patties onto the grill as it turned. I think I could fit a row of three Whopper patties or four Whopper Jr. patties at a time as space slowly opened up on the grill. That night when I closed my eyes I could still see patties going on the grill!
What else? It really was a bad job. I remember we had to sign in on the time clock with our social security number, which I had to memorize. The only problem was they put mine in wrong in the system somehow. For some reason, they couldn’t fix it, so I had to switch one of the digits in my mind every time I signed in for work. I was making minimum wage, which was $4.25. They tried me out in a few spots, but eventually I found my place in the drive-through window. They would leave me there and forget about me. Between rushes I would watch the clock. The way I figured it, every 15 minutes was another dollar for me.
[to be continued tomorrow…]
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