Working fast food was always the worst job I'd ever held down. Being under staffed yet overwhelmed with orders. Surrounded by some co-workers that never quite feel like doing their job. Eight long hours of endless torment that end with a minimum wage paycheck. It's terrible, but I need to pay rent. I can't afford to quit.
The kind of restaurant I work in only has a drive-thru, due to a virus that has been going around, prompting us to close off the eating areas on the inside of the restaurant. And even though we post signs all around the building, we still get people coming inside and complaining about the inside being closed down, as if we as basic workers have anything to do with it.
Today was no different. A man, whose eyes looked swollen and red with grease stains all over his shirt, coughing and sneezing into his hands, came into the building. He walked up to the front counter, only to be greeted by a cashier stating that the restaurant is closed and that he'll have to use the drive-thru windows to order.
The man didn't say anything in response. He instead sneezed on her. She staggered back and let out a groan. She grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser above a nearby sink and wiped off her face. "Gross." Without saying a word, the man turned around, apologized in a sickly voice, and walked out the door.
I grabbed a paper towel with some disinfecting spray and sprayed down the door handle, as well as the counter area he'd touched. I desperately hoped that the man didn't have the virus. If anyone here caught it, the place would get shut down and leaving me out of a job. There's no way I could let that happen.
The rest of the day resumed as normal. Some disgruntled employees getting upset with being overworked, customers being angry about little things that we couldn't fix. A manager yelling at someone before sending them home. Normally things like that would surprise me, but I've been working here for so long that there's not much I haven't seen.
Later in the day, someone fainted. This was one thing I'd never seen before. Strangely enough, we hadn't been very busy the last half hour. She wasn't over worked or anything. I'd seen her tackle things much worse than what today had thrown at her. The manager went to check her pulse. She was dead. I was shocked to realize this was the same girl that had been sneezed on earlier by that guy that had walked in.
A lot of workers were panicked and some were crying in the back. There was one girl trying to hold herself together as she was taking an order. I saw she'd accidentally pressed the wrong button on her screen and could hear the customer yelling at her through the headset. What was wrong with people?
Not five minutes had passed before someone working in the kitchen had fallen unconscious in the middle of making food. The manager moved around the guy an continued working on the thing the guy was making before wrapping that burger and putting it in a bag.
Next thing I knew, there were more and more people inside the building fainting. Eventually even myself. The last thing I heard was the honking of horns outside in the drive-thru, as the customers grew impatient for their food to be made by now dead workers.
The kind of restaurant I work in only has a drive-thru, due to a virus that has been going around, prompting us to close off the eating areas on the inside of the restaurant. And even though we post signs all around the building, we still get people coming inside and complaining about the inside being closed down, as if we as basic workers have anything to do with it.
Today was no different. A man, whose eyes looked swollen and red with grease stains all over his shirt, coughing and sneezing into his hands, came into the building. He walked up to the front counter, only to be greeted by a cashier stating that the restaurant is closed and that he'll have to use the drive-thru windows to order.
The man didn't say anything in response. He instead sneezed on her. She staggered back and let out a groan. She grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser above a nearby sink and wiped off her face. "Gross." Without saying a word, the man turned around, apologized in a sickly voice, and walked out the door.
I grabbed a paper towel with some disinfecting spray and sprayed down the door handle, as well as the counter area he'd touched. I desperately hoped that the man didn't have the virus. If anyone here caught it, the place would get shut down and leaving me out of a job. There's no way I could let that happen.
The rest of the day resumed as normal. Some disgruntled employees getting upset with being overworked, customers being angry about little things that we couldn't fix. A manager yelling at someone before sending them home. Normally things like that would surprise me, but I've been working here for so long that there's not much I haven't seen.
Later in the day, someone fainted. This was one thing I'd never seen before. Strangely enough, we hadn't been very busy the last half hour. She wasn't over worked or anything. I'd seen her tackle things much worse than what today had thrown at her. The manager went to check her pulse. She was dead. I was shocked to realize this was the same girl that had been sneezed on earlier by that guy that had walked in.
A lot of workers were panicked and some were crying in the back. There was one girl trying to hold herself together as she was taking an order. I saw she'd accidentally pressed the wrong button on her screen and could hear the customer yelling at her through the headset. What was wrong with people?
Not five minutes had passed before someone working in the kitchen had fallen unconscious in the middle of making food. The manager moved around the guy an continued working on the thing the guy was making before wrapping that burger and putting it in a bag.
Next thing I knew, there were more and more people inside the building fainting. Eventually even myself. The last thing I heard was the honking of horns outside in the drive-thru, as the customers grew impatient for their food to be made by now dead workers.
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