Jesse hates fast food.

Hey, great fucking idea. I would gladly, but there's a small problem with that. I'm lucky to have a job in the first place. The unemployment rate in my town is so high because there is nowhere to work. A lot of major factories half left in the past few years, and so there aren't many jobs.

And I don't bitch much about my job, but I think everyone, regardless of where they work, deserves the right to bitch every once in a while.

Good day to you, sir.
 
I agree with most everything you posted; but these two comments I found offensive. Stupid people have just as much right to work and earn a wage as anyone else and even some of the more mentally challenged people are able to do a job at a fast food restaurant.

Maybe you'd want to bar the elderly from getting jobs as well? I mean, they already had the chance. If they can't get a job elsewhere to support themselves, they should just starve in the streets, right?

By the way; everyone has their "stupid" days, even you, even me. Get over it.
 
Err. Tosty, lemme rephrase. By "stupid" people, I meant the people who aren't mentally handicapped in any way, yet fail to use their brain at all. They lack common sense in general.

And I said nothing about elderly people. Stop making assumptions.

And yes, everyone has their stupid moments... but when they are a continual thing, and you are more than capable of using your brain, there is no excuse for it.

It's the people who can't carry their load in a rush that piss me off.

Sorry for not being clear enough.
 
When I was 16 and joined the work force, I swore I would never work in a fast food establishment.

Ever.

I hate dealing with people. Especially stupid people.

Here are a few questions that were asked at my work:

Can you put a plexiglass windshield in my car?
Sure we can. But it will scratch if you even look at it wrong, and within 2 hours it will be scuffed so bad you won't be able to see through it.

Is there a windshield that doesn't scratch, crack, chip, or break?
Sure there is.

Where?
In a vault. In California. Have fun getting it.

We had just put a windshield in some lady's car a few days ago. We told her she needed new wipers because her old wipers would scratch her new window. But she said "No, my wipers are fine. Just change the window."

So we did. It was raining when we were done.

She came back in 3 hours later.

Her: My wipers scratched my window. I want a new window.
Us: Umm... what?
Her: You heard me. I want a new window cause mine's scratched because of my wipers.
Us: Yeah. Like we told you they would, unless you got new wipers.
Her: Well, how can I avoid further scratching?
Us: Don't use your wipers?
Her: BUT IT'S RAINING OUTSIDE.

This exchange went on for about 30 minutes before she finally gave up and left.
 
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