I hate, hate, hate my job.
This week alone, I've burned my hand on the fry basket, had a big guy threaten to kick my ass because I spilled shake on him, and I've come up short on the register six times - by less than a dollar each time! What, is someone just reaching in and stealing a penny or two just to mess with me? Or maybe there's drawer gnomes that sneak in on my lunch break...
Worse, I smell like Double Meat. Everywhere I go, people are sniffing and going "What's that smell?" and I pretty much have to answer 'Me", because if not, they keep sniffing anyhow, and they find out eventually and they're all like "Eww, Andrew, don't you bathe?" and I'm like "I have. About four times today."
The stench of minimum wage fast food service never goes away.
It never goes away.
Spade's been really great, though.. he fussed over my hand, and doesn't mind that I smell all that much. I think he might be getting kind of used to the smell of Double Meat. Which is kind of cool, you know. Not the smell, but to have a boyfriend who doesn't think that you're scummy because you stink. We haven't.. you know... done that yet, but I'm kind of nervous to make the first move, especially since I think if we get all close and sweaty, we're both going to wind up smelling like Double Meat, and I'm sure Spade kind of wants to avoid that.
And I keep having these dreams where I have to say "Do you want fries with your Double Meat?" over and over again! Or there's this one where the patties are coming to life and trying to eat me.
Oh, and Randy and Alex are teasing me, like, all the time. I know, they're my best friends, it's what they do... but I'm seriously getting tired of being called "Burger boy" and "Meat flipper" and "Grease jockey" and "Fryguy" and "Secret sauce sprayer" and "Doublemeat, halfpay" and "Patty", and AGHHHHH! Where will the madness end? I'm really, seriously going to kick their asses the next time they come up with a nickname for me! I will! I'll just... uh... and... yeah. Okay, so maybe I won't, because Randy's all super powered and could kick my ass, and Alex is bigger than me so he could too. But... I'll cry. And it won't be pretty!
Sigh... work starts in half an hour. Time to put on my uniform.