The WORST job you\'ve ever had
Let's face it, we've all had some shitty jobs (and perhaps currently still do). I was reminiscing with a buddy of mine yesterday about a job I had in college that inspired this topic. I call this story....
The Burger Boy
As an impoverished college sophomore at Texas A&M University, I finally got off my duff and decided it was time to earn a little supplemental income. Living on the North side of campus availed me to a variety of foodservice choices such as "The Cow Hop", "Dudley's Draw" and my favoritie watering hole of all time, "The Dixie Chicken". Unfortunately, I was underage and could not legally work in an establishment that served barley and hops type libations. So, I wandering into "Burger Boy".
Now, Burger Boy had decent pub-grub but delivered via 1950's Pee Wee Herman style bicycles (provided by the establishment). I figured I'll kill two birds with one stone: I'd earn some money while I got a little exercise. With little in the way of an interview, I was hired.
Before I go much further, I must give a little background information regarding my living quarters. I lived in a "suite-style" dorm that consisted of a bathroom sandwiched between two rooms over four floors. The front door to each room opened to a balcony overlooking the quad. In essence, it was an on-campus Holiday Inn Motel and, as you can imagine, the balcony was quite the congregation area during the spring and fall. Now, back to the story.
So, I begin delivering my delicous wares across campus, many times having to pass my dorm. My "friends" were keenly aware of this and began to dwadle away their time by pelting me with a variety of objects including:
* Empty beverage containers
* Tennis balls (both flaming and non-flaming)
* A variety of fluid filled baloons including, but not limited to: water, beer, Coke, and, my personal favorite, a watery mixture of chocolate pudding and water)
So, by the end of a usual 6:00 PM - 1:00 AM shift, I would be covered Coke, burn marks, and a pudding-like substance. I would usually drag my sorry ass back to the dorm only to be heckled by my "friends".
That would be bad enough but about four months into my new career, I had to deliver a Country Fried Steak Sammich across campus (about a mile each way). As usual, I was pedaling as fast as possible when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a remote controled car heading right for me. This had happened before as people thought it funny (and it was funny) to attempt to cause me to crash by running the RC car near my Pee Wee bike. This time though, neither the RC driver or I had a chance to get out of the way and my front tire greeted the little car causing my bike to cease all forward motion. Unfortunately, due to the laws of physics, my body kept moving and I landed right on my left knee hearing a nice POP. As it turned out, I severly sprained my MCL and ACL and spent the next four weeks on crutches. And, because I couldn't deliver burgers and such, I was sent packing.
That my friends, was a shit job. Let's hear yours!