"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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