Worked 6 to close today, then closed as quickly as possible, took me 25 minutes. I'm exhausted.
I don't mind working fast food - now that there is no drive through to make my life hell - but the smell is by far the worst part. I don't mind when I'm there, but after driving home and smelling myself all the way, I rush into my room, throw my clothes on the floor and get in the shower and scrub away the grease.
I like most of the people who come in; some are annoying and act like I'm a servant, or mumble and act offended when I don't hear them, but the rest are very nice, and one or two are absolute angels. It's nice coming by my filthy lucre honestly.
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