"Ice cream makes the meal!"
If I hear that phrase one more time, I  will take a sledgehammer to the nearest ice cream freezer and see that  it is permanently out of commission. I swear it on my mother's grave.
Good thing my mother is a hearty soul.
But really, every now and then at Friendly's you'll get a week that will just kick your butt. Sometimes it's just the customers. Sometimes  it's because it's hard not to bring your personal life to work with you. And when the personal seems to be going down the tubes, it's easy to  let work get pulled down with it. Then nothing goes right no matter how  hard you try.
But other times when appliances break, cooks are slow, fountain  is even slower, and you've got someone yelling "Ice cream makes the  meal!" in your ear every 25 seconds, you begin to wonder.
Is it that I'm  a sucky server? Or is it just Friendly's? I mean, where else would we  wait to fix a freezer until the ice cream is soup, and then bring all  the squishy ice cream cartons up front where we have to serve customers?  It's a fool-proof plan. What could possibly go wrong?
Now there's a  good question. Perhaps it should be the new slogan.
"Bye folks, come back and see us where what could possibly go wrong!"
Definitely an improvement.
Friendly's  isn't a bad job. It's pretty fun and unpredictable and the coworkers  are great. But it's weeks like that where I almost lose sight of my  million-dollar dream.
Almost.
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