There is a saying, 'don't follow the crowd'. This is what I exactly did but now, I regret it. After being told innumerable times that working at a fast Food Restaurant will be a hassle, I disregarded this essential information and began my journey to gain a plentiful experience which I believed, would be helpful later in life. Well, at least that's what I thought.
So, I undertook my first ever Shift at a fast food restaurant. The staff wasted no time to break the ice by being very supportive and graceful. However, my manager unexpectedly turned the tide by telling me, 'I'll be working in the kitchen' and let me tell you! my relationship with kitchen has always been incompatible. From a very young age, I've been strictly prohibited to be anywhere near a kitchen due to my clumsy nature.
Finding out that I'll be returning to the castle where I was initially banished from long ago, was really devastating. Again, the great staff came to rescue and made my first shift a walk in the park.
A few shifts went by, the staff started to become hostile as I was struggling to grasp. Even though, they themselves once mentioned that I'm a quick learner. A few more shifts went by, the hostility turned into bullying but I was neither exasperated nor had any complaints. However, on my eighth shift, I experienced something very unusual when I heard my trainer swearing at me for not following his instructions correctly but in a language that he assumed I don't understand and little did he know that I could understand him loud and clear. That was the time when I decided that I should resign and I thankfully did.
Once more, I found myself looking for a job and surprisingly ended up getting a job at another fast food restaurant that has been a long time nemesis of the fast food restaurant where I worked previously.
I was assigned to work as a cashier and the job was nothing more than standing idly for five hours straight without being allowed to fold my arms and lean over the counter even when I used to get extremely exhausted.
The management seemed to be exceptionally sloppy as the branch where I was working at, had recruited workers so excessively that they were too many workers but not enough work and due to that reason, my shift was cut down to two hours from five hours so that the company could save up money from the labour cost.
As I was in the process of convincing myself to continue, another stumbling block stuck on my way when I came across some aggressive customers who were always ready to throw punches over infinitesimal and mundane things. Before I could get any harm, I left my job yet again.
Nevertheless, I don't intend to diminish a great deal of experience I gathered through working at not one fast food restaurant but two and adding this experience to my arsenal will definitely make it stronger than ever before. This post first appeared on Political Opinions/ Struggles/ Short Stories, please read the originial post: here
