Buns On the Run

Work, work, work...

It's been like that the whole two weeks. I know I've been blogging a lot about work and you people have heard enough, but please bear with.

I've been given five night shifts in week, yes, from four in the afternoon till midnight. My body will soon shut down from exhaustion. The manager, who also happens to be from the Philippines, is rushing me to learn all that I need to be promoted in the quickest way possible so that she can get promoted as well. It's a little selfish on her part, but really it's a win-win situation if I wasn't about to die from the defalcation of my internal organs due to stress.

"Hmmm...", some of you out there who really know me might be thinking, "that doesn't sound like Pao???" If then your correct. I've turned a new leaf!!! No longer shall I be deadfully ironic and sardonic of the world!!! The Wendy's way is in my blood now!!! I MUST GET IT OUT!!!

I'm telling you, smiling for more than five hours a day is not healthy to the melancholic mind...

I'm sorry but I must end, I have work. This might be the shortest thing I've ever written.

Quasi Me

Say hi to the guy on the other side of the mirror for me...

It's been a few weeks now since I've started work at Wendy's. Now, I feel the need to rant about it.

It's one of those "happy" jobs where they require you to be nice and all perky. Much like Barbie or those faker flight stewards saying "bye-bye" as you get of the flying hunk-a-sheet (or another word with with similar sound) metal they call an airplane.

I promised myself I'd be extra nice on this endeavor into the adult working world, so, I've been having personality backlash as of late. It's hard to be in an environment where you can't curse everything in your path. I could call upon the first amendment right, but they'd probably exercise theirs and fire me. See the predicament?

Over the past few days I could no longer help myself. I find me smiling at a certain someone when I’m facing them but giving them a finger behind my back. To those who have worked in these kinds of conditions before, is this normal employee behavior?

At least I’m meeting new people in the immediate working area. Though, I don’t actually know their names, but I know their faces! That’s got to be worth something, right? Argh!!! Crap, who the heck am I kidding...?