But as I'm procrastinating I decided to do a bit shorter of one tonight. So I chose:
7/31: Tell us about your first job. @missy @rambo @lyxzen
So my first job was when I was 19 and I still thought I was gonna be a rock star (eye roll I can't play the guitar to save my life). Its a fairly short story I got hired at Friedmans supermarket in the deli cutting various meats and cheeses. I worked there for about three months and it was a very interesting three months. I had a huge crush on my older boss and something might have happened with that had we both stayed there longer, he got "let go" and I quit eventually. Right beside the deli was a small bakery and random ass ice cream stand and right in front of the deli was this olive display deli thing. I do not know what the deal with the olives was no one ever ate them, they smelled like shit, and I don't think anyone even maintained them or ever did anything with them. The olives could've sprouted legs and walked away. The whole area smelled like the nasty rotten olive smell. Obviously no one ever bought them lol. A few kids wanted ice cream once and I was like sure this can't be that bad well the ice cream was like the olives, apparently it hadn't been touched since it had been put in there, it was so freezer burnt and disgusting. One day a mother came in and wanted "Happy Birthday" written on a cake after the bakery people were gone. My handwriting sucks and I knew it would be bad with icing on a cake but there was no one else to do it. So I grinned and bared it and did my best and 30 minutes later my manager came up to me and said nice try but never do that again next time find me. I was just like whatever I tried and she respected my effort.
I can be a little klutzy and one time as I was cutting some baloney I dropped the whole thing on the floor so I just threw it away because the floor is nasty and never got cleaned. One of my coworkers saw me do this and said next time you should just wash it off (YUCK!!). In my string of klutziness I was using a box cutter to open some large box of Italian dressing and slipped and sliced into my hand really good. I was bleeding all over the place waiting for my manager to finish on the phone (the one I had a crush on) and once he did I showed him my wound. They decided it probably needed stitches but they didn't have anyone to cover for me so they just bandaged it up and sent me back to work.
One of the lovely "cheeses" we had to work with there was headcheese which if you've never experienced head cheese firsthand be grateful. Headcheese is exactly what it sounds like it's cheese made from the head of an animal usually pig, and I don't know that you can actually call it cheese. Its more of a gelatinous mass with chunks of disgusting looking meat thrown in.
This got longer than I thought it was gonna be anyway I digress. After working there for a few months I had made a few friends. One day my one friend came in and said "Sara did you park really crooked today?" I was like uh no why would I? I parked out far in the lot on my fathers advice to avoid being hit by other cars. Well on this lovely day in the middle of the summer a grandmother took her granddaughter to the store to pick up a few things and she parked illegally and told her granddaughter to move the car if any cops came. Well the granddaughter who was just barely under 16 got bored and decided to take grandmas car for a little joy ride around the lot. Someone she managed to hit THE ONLY OTHER CAR IN THE LOT! She totaled my 1998 Ford Escort that I had just paid off. No one was injured thank god but then things got shoddy. The grandparents kept changing their story and trying to cover it up so my boss convinced me to press charges to cover my butt. So I did and later the cop went to their house and they were difficult and continued changing stories and not wanting to give information. Turns out they didn't have any insurance.
It was an exciting three months. After I left there I think I went to Pittsburgh Plastics for awhile thats another story though :-)
Boars Head Head Cheese lovely ain't it
My uniform and my little 98 Ford Escort RIP
Yup my ID said "Take me Home Im Delicious" ;-)
