With Qdoba Comes Compassion
Marge is gone. Her last day was yesterday, solidifying the possibility that our deal is off. Upon further reflection, however, I guess this is better for Qdoba. Since I don't plan on being here my whole life - and would honestly leave if a publishing company offered me a job - it's probably for the best that they only have me as a lower worker that can easily be replaced. But I've found two reasons why I am still glad I work here, nonetheless.
The more childish and petty reason is meeting a man named Aldoberto, who in welcoming me to the staff made me a burrito once. Now, this doesn't seem like as big of a deal as it is, but let me tell you - this is the greatest burrito I have ever had in my life. He custom made it, ignoring our restrictions by the menu entirely. For the life of me, I cannot remember what made this burrito so tasty, but I wish to recollect the recipe before I go.
The second, more important reason is that, like all other things in life, with wisdom comes compassion. This job is in Harvard Square, conveniently named after the Harvard University that is of some renown. Being a shameless fast food employee making barely enough to get by, doing so only by waiting on hand and foot to stuck up rich college kids, has given me so much more sympathy for the food service industry than I ever could have imagined. I learned this lesson once in college when working at Mom's Truck Stop, but two more years of being a college student has made me forget. Not only that, but rich college kids like these are an entirely new dynamic; I get the feeling they genuinely do believe they are better than I am. Most are surprised to hear that I went to college and "ended up" here. Granted, I had a little bit of fun once telling an English major that I also was an English major (that living-in-a-box-for-a-liberal-arts-major scare apparently works at IV League level too), but for the most part, I'm generally looked down on.
I no longer miss college. Even though I firmly still believe that Wooster was never like this, having this harsh an image of the college community makes me glad to be "an adult" of sorts. I'm ready to move into the phase of my life where thinking I'm better than someone and judging before I know them is just childish.
Live, laugh, love,
Chalkey
The more childish and petty reason is meeting a man named Aldoberto, who in welcoming me to the staff made me a burrito once. Now, this doesn't seem like as big of a deal as it is, but let me tell you - this is the greatest burrito I have ever had in my life. He custom made it, ignoring our restrictions by the menu entirely. For the life of me, I cannot remember what made this burrito so tasty, but I wish to recollect the recipe before I go.
The second, more important reason is that, like all other things in life, with wisdom comes compassion. This job is in Harvard Square, conveniently named after the Harvard University that is of some renown. Being a shameless fast food employee making barely enough to get by, doing so only by waiting on hand and foot to stuck up rich college kids, has given me so much more sympathy for the food service industry than I ever could have imagined. I learned this lesson once in college when working at Mom's Truck Stop, but two more years of being a college student has made me forget. Not only that, but rich college kids like these are an entirely new dynamic; I get the feeling they genuinely do believe they are better than I am. Most are surprised to hear that I went to college and "ended up" here. Granted, I had a little bit of fun once telling an English major that I also was an English major (that living-in-a-box-for-a-liberal-arts-major scare apparently works at IV League level too), but for the most part, I'm generally looked down on.
I no longer miss college. Even though I firmly still believe that Wooster was never like this, having this harsh an image of the college community makes me glad to be "an adult" of sorts. I'm ready to move into the phase of my life where thinking I'm better than someone and judging before I know them is just childish.
Live, laugh, love,
Chalkey