Work again today. Today I'm closing back, which is eight hours of slowly dying inside amongst grease and sesame seeds.
I've been at Burger King forever, at least in fast food time. I got the job there the summer I turned 16. Everyone I started work with is gone besides for a few of the older ladies in the morning and two of the managers. I'm not sure why I've stayed there so long. It's probably because I'm too lazy to find another job. It's probably because I'm absolutely adverse to change of any kind. I know what I'm doing when it comes to my job. To be completely honest, there is hardly anything I hate more than being wrong or looking stupid. To put it simplistically, I'm a perfectionist.
I also really like most of the people I work with at BK. In the time I've been there, I've come into contact with so many people that I'll never forget, for either good things or bad things. My first real friend I made there was named Rosanna. I haven't spoken to her in a year. She was the first person to make me comfortable there and we used to have the dumbest inside jokes, but she made me like my first job.
My old manager, Shasta, was amazing too. The summer of 2007 was a really difficult time in my life, and I started calling her "Mom" for a reason. Shasta just listened to me and offered advice. I remember how much I cried when she got transferred to the other Burger King.
Then there was Jon and Ashton. I definitely met them at yet another crossroads in my life. They made sure I had a lot of fun (responsibly for the most part) and Ashton in particular always offered a shoulder to cry on.
And now, I'm off to close with Kayla. No one can make me smile like she can.
So yes, I hate HATE hate my job. But I love the amazing and ridiculous people I get to work with. I think I'll expand on this post later....