It’s 7am and I am getting ready to go to work. It will be my second day at work. Yesterday I barely made it to the end of the day. As I am finding out the hard way, it is easier to be a journalist in your own country than in some place far away from home, where no one is willing to cut you some slack. So as I wait for my major media break, I decided to take a job at a major fast food line. Oh how I would like to put the name of the company here, but it might not be wise. Anyhow, from journalist and media educator to fast food worker?
I guess I got fooled by the tittle of my job: Assistant Manager…nice!!! What I did not know that the Assistant manager does everything that all the other people do at the restaurant. I spent the entire day on my feet, with only a 30 minute break…a chair never looked my attractive than the one I found during my lunch break. By the time I got off work at 4:30, my feet were sore, I was sick of the Blush Shirt that I had had to tuck in the whole day  (It was reaching down to my knees). I was tired of smiling all day to drive-through customers even when I was yawning from exhaustion. I was tired of the “good job!”s coming from the Managers…because I got the feeling they could see the disgust on my face and were just trying to motivate me.  I was tired. tired tired!! By the time I got home, I was swearing that I was not going back. Now I am already dressed up and ready to go.  Let’s see what the new day brings!! On a brighter note though, I learned how to make Iced coffee. Hhhmmm!