Guess who’s done with WORK?!

Me.  

I’m a happy camper. So for the summer I raked in about $1,000, which is very nice. That’ll buy me books for two whole semesters, I bet!

Now I can go back to doing what I do best: dinking around.

Let me tell you a little story about what happened at work tonight and why we didn’t get out until 1 in the morning.

So I’m standing there in my little drive-thru station giving change to the last car in line (this is about 10:30 at night; we close at 11) when I notice a gaggle of these guys run over to the little drive-thru speaker in a car formation (four of them in a square). So I tell Garrett over the headset that we have people without a car in the drive-thru (we’re not supposed to serve walk-ups for safety reasons) and he tells me to ask them politely to leave once they get to the first window (they’re not heavy enough to trigger the weight sensor under the concrete). By this time about fifteen more of them have gathered and they’re starting to make their way over to the window.

Once they get there I open the window and basically tell them that we can’t serve them. They’re obviously intoxicated and most likely players from the football camp that let out at 10, meaning that they’re extra super obnoxious about trying to get me to let them order. They’re all, “but we’re an invisible car!” and “you served walk-ups yesterday” (we didn’t). So I say to them that we’ll be happy to serve them if they were able to get a car. Reluctantly, after about five minutes, they finally left and we thought we’d seen the last of them.

I’m shocked at how resourceful drunk football players can be.

About ten minutes later this car pulls up to the speaker surrounded, once again, by all the football players. Apparently, they either knew a guy with a car or offered to pay some random person to go through the drive-thru for them. Either way, this guy in the car starts ordering a whole bunch of stuff and I’m standing there laughing because a) the football players all sound stoned rather than drunk at this point and b) all I have to do is take their money rather than having to make all their sandwiches.

In all, their order was over $60. It was great.

But all the dishes came back to me about half an hour late, and none of the other stations were clean because of this last mad rush to the finish, so we ended up not closing until about 1:15 in the morning.

Good times.

At least I’m getting paid.

So I’ve been working at Wendy’s for three weeks now. This is what I’ve learned:

1. Paychecks rock (I knew this already, it’s just been reaffirmed).
2. When our boss gives everyone roses, the night goes well.
3. It is possible to quote the entire movie Dodgeball in one night and have each quote be extremely relevant to the conversation at hand.
4. “Charlie the Unicorn” has infiltrated everything.
5. Latex gloves filled with water = fun times.
6. If you want to score some strange looks at WinCo, go in there at midnight and by a head of lettuce and nothing else. If you want even stranger looks, stand in front of the lettuce display for five minutes before making your selection.
7. When it’s 3 o’clock in the morning and you’re trying to play Scrabble online, it doesn’t matter what the word “orally” (pronounced “o-RALLY”) means as long as it’s a valid word (it wasn’t until the next morning that I realized what I really was spelling and that the emphasis should go on the FIRST syllable. Dork.)
8. I don’t keep a clean back area, I keep a “freakishly clean” and a “holy shit, that’s clean” back area.
9. Having your hands in warm soapy water for basically 7 hours straight really makes them nice and soft.
10. People who claim they are “crazy” are usually the most normal of the whole group. It’s the ones that never mention insanity that you have to worry about (*cough*Sean*cough*).
11. This just in: a tomato slicer SLICES stuff! Who would’ve guessed?! We all had a big joke at the expense of this one guy who was picking up the tomato slicer and the little slicer part fell out and he was all, “whoa, it slices!”
12. Sanitizer doesn’t kill a fly.
13. Neither does apathetically swatting at it with a towel.
14. Standing there saying, “hey guys, there’s a fly on the ceiling” doesn’t do much either.
15. Do not challenge a teenage boy’s masculinity by offering to kill a fly for him.

Haha, yeah. It’s fun.

Three rather rare things happened today:

1. There were six $6.66 orders.
I’ve noticed a trend that there are significantly higher numbers of $6.66 orders on Wednesdays. And it’s not because we’re busier, because we’re not. If I were a suspicious person, I’d be freaked out.

2. Some guy got a $52 order at the drive-thru.
It’s harder than you think to do. Seriously, short of when a busload of people comes in, how often is it that a fast food place sees an order over $30?

3. The wedding couple!
A newly married couple came through the drive-thru in a limo and got some sandwiches. They ordered through the sunroof. It was awesome.

It was a fun night. And I finished the dishes in record time (for me, at least) and we were out before midnight. Of course, they weren’t waiting on me in the first place, but still…it’s an accomplishment to me…