I took a 2nd job a while ago making sandwiches. They are made to order and quite expensive. it’s a job for now and my coworkers are pretty cool.
What’s not cool is how cruel you people ordering your sandwiches can get. You take a simple sandwich form and write soooo much extra bullshit information, it’s like the instructions on how to care for your child while the sitter! Then you ask me how much longer?!?! I’m still finishing page 17 for fucksakes!
For these very special assholes, the ones who underline and describe how they hate things like Dijon or whatever. Guess what? We stab the squirt bottle into the bun and drop a dollop of whatever it is you hate, just for you.
Eat the recycled hate that you feed to us. We know you love it, you come back everyday.
You mean you give them a form to fill out …. AND THEY ACTUALLY DO IT?
Another sign of the apocalypse.
But it’s like you think I don’t know the difference between chia sprouts and alfalfa sprouts. I do. And it’s your job, so when I ask for alfalfa sprouts and fancy mustard, THAT’S what I want.
Those least in control of their own lives are those that try hardest to control others.
Just in case anyone forgot that Portland service industry people are a bunch of self-righteous, judgmental, deranged assholes.
In a word… Diabolical.