Work sucks, I know...

So, I had a summer job...

I worked at a local catering company that did food service for a large corporation in the Charleston area. Basically my job was to serve food, help customers, talk to them, run the cash register, restock the food and beverages, was dishes, cut fruit, and basically whatever else was needed.

For the most part, I liked my job. I worked with some pretty fun people (but some not-so-fun people), had a pretty large group of regulars that were fun and great people, and I was kept entertained for most of my stint as a food service worker.

I learned a lot in my 3 months with this company. I learned a lot about food service and why I do not want to ever make this business my career. I had planned on doing a rant about how to be a good customer (since there are a lot of notes/blogs/etc about how to make a sandwich, how to wait a table, how to work at Burger King, and that kind of thing) to show that yes, we are there to serve you, but you don't have to be a snob about it.

However, instead of the rant, I'm going to post what one of my coworkers, Christy, and I made up one extremely boring Sunday at work, alternating writing down the ways you know that work sucks.

You Know Work Sucks When:

• The most exciting part of the day is when you get a text from your mom.
• You make up games like "Fruit Skips", "How High Can You Reach?", and "Soy Sauce Launch"
  
• You're so bored that you clean walls to entertain yourself
• Getting to sit on the "perch" is a reward for standing for a few minutes
• The grits are congealed and they don't pass the plop test.
• You're excited to do dishes so you can stop staring at an empty dining room.
• You organize your boss' desk when he doesn't ask you to (and when it's not really messy to begin with)
• You organize, and then reorganize the stockroom to see how many boxes you can get rid of
• You text the words to the song stuck in your head to your boyfriend (work sucks, I know. She left me roses by the stairs. Surprises let me know she cares. Say it ain't so, I will not go. Turn the lights off. Carry me home. Nananananananananana nananananananananana. Or something like that)
• Hunting flies with a rag is a sport
• Excitement is seeing someone coming in to bring different food (lunch rather than breakfast) to you from the other part of the company. '
• You're OCD about the way the jelly sits in the tub...and the butter...and the sugar packets....
• And, finally: You know work sucks when you do a dance around the kitchen area when it's 1:59 so that when you get back to clock out it's exactly 2:00.

As always,

Lex