Vegirama
So I got a sweat job, making sandwiches for the Man.
Day One.
Here's for left-wing credibility! I'm a wage slave. A modern zombie. I burnt my finger with your English muffin. I made mistakes at the cash register. And my hair net is not sexy.
And I smile smile smile. No, not even for the tips. Just because I do not like obnoxious waiters when I'm on the other side of the counter. (It's all about what side you're on, right)
The cook is fat and nasty and greasy and xenophobic, and probably younger than me.
The hygiene here is pretty horrible. "Smell the tuna salad to know if it's still good!, or better, taste it". Ah no thanks.
And I have to stand on my toes to talk to people over the cranberry muffins.
Oh I might quit within 2 weeks or so. First day, and I've already been hired somewhere else. Video assistant, taping conferences, that's my kind of job.
Woha give me one more week and I'll be a perfect north american 20-something. 3 jobs, too much reading, I dont-wanna-do-laundry, are-we-getting-drunk-tonight?
Scary.
Day One.
Here's for left-wing credibility! I'm a wage slave. A modern zombie. I burnt my finger with your English muffin. I made mistakes at the cash register. And my hair net is not sexy.
And I smile smile smile. No, not even for the tips. Just because I do not like obnoxious waiters when I'm on the other side of the counter. (It's all about what side you're on, right)
The cook is fat and nasty and greasy and xenophobic, and probably younger than me.
The hygiene here is pretty horrible. "Smell the tuna salad to know if it's still good!, or better, taste it". Ah no thanks.
And I have to stand on my toes to talk to people over the cranberry muffins.
Oh I might quit within 2 weeks or so. First day, and I've already been hired somewhere else. Video assistant, taping conferences, that's my kind of job.
Woha give me one more week and I'll be a perfect north american 20-something. 3 jobs, too much reading, I dont-wanna-do-laundry, are-we-getting-drunk-tonight?
Scary.