i have two. both of them are from my high school years.
1. cashier at a tom thumb in a predominately mexican neighborhood. first off, the cheap fucking manager made me pay for my uniform by deducting the cost from my checks. i only made $4.25 an hour and worked, on average, 8-12 hours per week. even that wouldn't have been so bad, but i had to catch 3 buses to get there. so on days that i was scheduled to work for 4 hours, i spent as much time riding the bus as i did working.
then there were the customers... mexicans that only spoke spanish, old ass lonely white women that held up my line, folks paying for shit with a book full of wic cards... fuck tom thumb, fuck mexicans that can't speak english, fuck wic cards.
2. dishwasher at wyatt's cafeteria (now Luby's)making $4.75 an hour. 8 hours, standing in ONE spot, in a steamy ass, hot room, loading dishes into crate, rinsing the food off of them, and sending through a big washing unit. i was the only black person in the back working with a bunch of mexicans (that didn't speak english). everyday i got home my feet were white from the lack of blood circulation, and that's not an exaggeration, my feet were the color of pure driven snow... i quit after 2 weeks.
1. cashier at a tom thumb in a predominately mexican neighborhood. first off, the cheap fucking manager made me pay for my uniform by deducting the cost from my checks. i only made $4.25 an hour and worked, on average, 8-12 hours per week. even that wouldn't have been so bad, but i had to catch 3 buses to get there. so on days that i was scheduled to work for 4 hours, i spent as much time riding the bus as i did working.
then there were the customers... mexicans that only spoke spanish, old ass lonely white women that held up my line, folks paying for shit with a book full of wic cards... fuck tom thumb, fuck mexicans that can't speak english, fuck wic cards.
2. dishwasher at wyatt's cafeteria (now Luby's)making $4.75 an hour. 8 hours, standing in ONE spot, in a steamy ass, hot room, loading dishes into crate, rinsing the food off of them, and sending through a big washing unit. i was the only black person in the back working with a bunch of mexicans (that didn't speak english). everyday i got home my feet were white from the lack of blood circulation, and that's not an exaggeration, my feet were the color of pure driven snow... i quit after 2 weeks.