Buggering Kunts
When I was in six-form college my parents decided to spring the surprise on me that I needed a part time job. The knew the manager of a well-known fast food chain on the pier who had complained of being short-staffed. So they offered up their eldest son.

Well, it was about as fun as can be imagined in a place where none of your co-workers could speak enough English to have a decent conversation and the manager wouldn't even lift a finger when there were only 2 staff around to make burgers and serve customers AND you'd had no training so I decided to not do very well and maybe get fired (I obviously couldn't quit).

Depressingly, most of my mistakes weren't deliberate. The most memorable one goes as follows -
The burgers were all flame-grilled and there was a special machine that does it. There are two conveyer-belts going in, a lower one that goes through the flames (for the meat to go on) and a higher one that goes above them to toast the bread.

So of course I mixed them up. The meat got toasted. The bread came out on fire.

Oops.

I also managed to nearly injure people on several occasions (like when I cleaned all the tables with toxic chemicals) and the icing on the cake was when some bastard took a shit in the middle of the floor (got home that day to my mum having found my gay porn, woohoo).

Would you believe I was still one of their better employees?

I can't wreak as much havoc now I'm doing a PhD.
(red_jon, Thu 10 May 2007, 19:13, Reply)