I never thought the day would come when I would have to fight for my life. I didn’t know that a simple walk home from work would change my life forever. Now, I am just a ghost roaming through my hometown, searching for my attacker. It was eight o’clock on a Thursday night. I picked up an extra shift at my job. I work at Wendy’s Diner, a popular old-fashioned diner on the corner of Gilbert Street. It is well known for its 80’s retro vibe. It mainly attracts customers between the ages of 45 and 70. That night, the diner was very crowded, which was unusual for a Thursday night, but I didn’t mind it because I was able to collect more tips. One customer in particular always came to the diner when I worked. His name was Bobby Nickel, a tall man in his …show more content…
I knew Bobby very well, in fact, I memorized his whole story. Every time he came in, Bobby ordered a BLT sandwich with a side of sweet potato fries and a chocolate milkshake. He loved dipping his sweet potato fries in his milkshake, which I thought was disgusting because only an insane person dips their SWEET potato fries in their milkshake. I told Bobby almost everything about me, which looking back on it now wasn’t a good idea. Later that night, a peculiar customer came in. It was a mid-sized man. He wore dark clothing with a baseball cap, that covered half of his eyes. He came into the diner thirty minutes before closing. Only four tables were occupied at the time, so we were just cleaning up and putting everything away. I told him that he could sit anywhere he liked. When he walked over to the booth table in the back, he gave me a creepy look. A look that shot an unsettling feeling through my body. It was a look that I would never forget. A couple of minutes later, my boss told me I could go home early. I was happy she said that because I did not feel comfortable serving the strange man. I gathered my things and said goodnight to
With hindsight comes insight. When looking back at experiences, connections, and meanings can reveal themselves to us. That then provides a greater depth of understanding for that experience, providing assurance of if we make good choices despite harsh judgment. In the essay “Working at Wendy’s”, the narrator Joey nurtures his understanding for what it means to work a low-end job and to understand that people can’t be judged fully on their current career position. I too have had similar experiences where over time and with past reflection, I have noticed and understood things differently than I did in the moment. I want to describe how and what Joey learned as he progressed in his work at Wendy’s, then describe my own similar experience, then
In the essay, “Working at McDonald’s,” Amitai Etzioni shares his strong belief that working, especially at McDonald’s type restaurants, is bad for teenagers. I would agree that working is not a good thing for teenagers under some circumstances but at other times it is good. First, jobs affect school involvement and attendance in bad ways. Second, jobs often provide “on the job experience,” but much of the time the experience taught is useless. Third, fast food jobs may provide a disadvantaged status. Fast food jobs can also provide an advantaged status. Finally, workers can learn to manage their money by making mistakes with money before they get into the Real World.
My heart was thumping wildly, “What if I mess up?”, “What if I ask the wrong questions?” “What if I get them mixed up?” I was just before panicking. I arrived at the coffee shop where Mrs. Cleantech and I agreed to get together. We decided to meet at 3:00 to avoid the large lunch and supper crowds. What timing! We met at the front door! I asked the hostess if we could have some privacy. She was accommodating and guided us to a small table in the rear corner of the room. My confidence was rising, I think I was appropriately dressed! I was wearing my black slacks with a light green jacket. Mrs. Joe Cleantech was wearing simple clothes; brown slacks and a yellow sweater. We shook hands, introduced ourselves and sat down.
Growing up all my friends had perfect jobs for teenagers. As a teenager, I spent a lot of time applying for jobs and searching for places to work because money didn’t come easy and I wanted to be in control of my own money. But I could never score a job. I applied to at least 100 jobs at least twice and I still couldn’t get an opportunity.
In “Working at Mcdonald’s” Amitai Etzioni expresses that working getting your first job as a teen at Mcdonald's and other fast food chains because it is in fact “bad for your kids”(285). He goes on to explain that he believes that nothing can be gained from working in these types of environments. In reality there are multiple reasons why working in fast-food chains can be immensely beneficial. There are many skills you can take away and several lessons to be learned.
I was able to go on a mission trip to Minnesota Native American Reservation, Squaw Lake when I was 13. I learned the four Spiritual laws, and I accepted Christ through the training. I was able to share the Good News to mostly to teens and kids. His Holy Spirit deeply filled my life, and I wanted to grow my passion for God.
In the article, “Working at McDonalds”, Amitai Etzioni argues that working at fast food chains such as McDonald's has more disadvantages than advantages for teenagers. First he says that jobs affect school involvement and attendance, next he says that jobs provide on the job experience but most of the time the experience taught is useless, lastly he says that fast food jobs provide a disadvantaged status. With all of this being said I agree with him to a certain extent, the parts where I disagree with him are the lack of training skills teenagers learn and the status that they are going have in society if they keep working there. First the author writes that jobs conflict with school activities and get in the way of school attendance. This is totally true, almost all extra curricular activities and work happen after school and if a teenager has a job it makes it really hard on them to complete all of their school work that they have.
I prayed that all my hard work in GTA 5 would finally pay off. I opened my eyes and roared like a lion. I started booking for Burger King. I was cutting through lawns and riding up the sidewalks. I looked at the time. Three minutes until Burger King closed. Then I saw it, a ramp. If I hit this ramp and right, I could land us in Burger King’s parking lot. Dalton noticed what I was about to do and started to squirm in his seat. I looked at him and promised him, “Dalton, I can do this. Your life is in my hands, we will get those chicken nuggets on time.” I could tell that he was still scared but I floored it and headed for the ramp anyways. I hit that sucker so fast. My car was probably 100 feet in the air. We were so high. I looked at Dalton, and he looked at me, and in that moment I saw my life flash before my eyes. The next thing I remember was looking up and seeing Burger King right in front of my eyes. I looked at the time. One minute until they
In one very, very loud and hectic Verizon store, I was impatiently waiting for my dad to hurry up and replace his damaged phone case. As the dexterous employee was attaching the new case to his phone, my father was looking around when he spotted the Google Pixel XL, and then pointed to its display. I was extremely intrigued since I had a trashy phone. It was shiny, HUGE, thin, and sleek. It was amazing! I reluctantly asked if he could purchase one for me. He said "no.” I could see where he was coming from though, since it was eight hundred dollars. That’s a colossal sum of’ money. I could have weeks of Taco Bell with that level of dough.
When I obtained my first job at China Grill in August of 2017, I was a nervous wreck. Unfortunately, being convinced that my boss would act with hostile intentions built a foundation for my anxiety to stand on. The outcome in reality is that she was jovial, always offering me Chinese candy to snack on and being incredibly patient when I misunderstood her instructions. Although my boss was marvelous, completing monetary transactions with the customers would force my anxiety levels to spike, causing heavy reliance on the calculator to determine the amount of change to return to a guest. If a customer began to seem impatient, panicking was my next course of action. This usually resulted in the customer getting the wrong amount of change back.
It’s 3:20 am. on a Friday morning, and pitch black out. The only things visible are the tree branches and pavement shining from yellow streetlights that carve out a path from the parking lot to the back door of my building. Living on campus at Towson I should’ve owned mace, but I clutched my car key instead, pointed outward ready to stab the eye of anyone deciding to come out of the dark after me. The brisk walk up the hill seems to take half an hour. Finally under the bright lights of the overhang I swipe my card quickly to get inside. The door bolt locks behind me with a loud click. I’m safe.
About a month ago I was standing in the main aisle of Ace chatting with Lambert, one of my coworkers. As we were talking, I noticed a guy approaching us. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw him stare right into my eyes, so I knew he needed some help. This was a big guy. He must have been 5’10” and 350 pounds, but it wasn’t exactly like he was fat. He was the kind of guy that had a lot of muscle, and then he had a layer of fat over that. This dude’s forearms were bigger than my lower legs. He had short, brown hair with a receding hairline. He had on work clothes, and he was sporting a big pair of wire-rimed glasses. These are the kind of glasses my grandpa would wear. This guy was probably in his late 40’s, but his karma made him appear much older. Anyway, as he’s approaching, I asked him if...
I had just turned ten when my mom first took me to the Salisbury Chess Club at the Sage Diner. The dilapidated Sage Diner dressed as if it were in the 50s (Absolute), I was immediately enamored by the chess pieces. Soon, I established a reputation for myself as a capricious tactician able to beat all but the most experienced players. Consequently, I played with one of the better players, Phil (Appositive), almost every week. Through my chess games with Phil, I learned many values, like patience and carefulness, that not only apply to chess but also to life.
I listen to the constant roar of motors as the dirt bikes and go-carts race around the small track behind me. For a few (usually uneventful) hours every Tuesday, I work at the ticket and rider registration booth; collecting money and making everyone sign the if-you-die-you-can’t-sue-us forms. As usual, I was signing in a few riders and spectators at my station; as I listened to my ipod in one ear I completed my task that I had done hundreds of times before. However, this time something distracted me, something that made me lose my rhythm in completing the current customer’s registration. That something turned out not to be the usual bike, go-cart, or anything with a gas or break. That something turned out to be a guy. He stood in the line and watched the motocrossers lay the bikes sideways in the air and land it, making it look easy as pie. However, at that moment I couldn’t have cared less about the motocross race going on right next to me, there could have been a massive bike pile up and it wouldn’t have brought me out of this odd trance. Regarding looks, he seemed absolutely perfect. His skin was a nice tan probably from riding in the sun, his eyes were piercing blue and he was the perfect height. I quickly realized that I had been ignoring the customer that I was currently helping, and kept stealing glances his way to take another look. I finished up the current customer and sent him on his way, probably wondering why this girl was so distracted the entire time. Never the less I worked through the next customer quickly in order to have a chance to talk to this mysterious guy. I kept stealing glances over at him until finally it was his turn to be signed in. As he walked up I met his gaze and he smiled. He looked even more beau...
The most significant job that I have held in the past was being a waitress in an Chinese restaurant. In the middle of June, I saw they were looking for bus waitress, since I was looking for a job so I asked Ms Ling - the gaffer of the waiters and waitress - to hold the position for me until after my graduation. And a week later as expected I became a?waitress?in the A Hong Hong kong & Vietnamese restaurant.