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I work for a catering company and I'll be routinely asked if my name is the text that's embroidered on the vest. The text ends with the word "Catering."
-Ross, Drexel University
I graduated college 2 years ago with a double major in spanish/international relations. 3.7 gpa. I work in a Mexican restaurant.
At my server job we had to pick up all the candles at the end of the night from wedding receptions. One night a drunk guy called me a "crazy bitch" because I wouldn't let him blow them all out like birthday candles. Pretty sure he would have breathed fire he was so intoxicated.
Once, while accepting payment in coins for a medium sized coffee while working at a gas station, I was handed a pubic hair directly from the inner pocket.
-J.C., University of California
At work I have found a bag of cocaine, a vial of crack, two hatchets, several mangled coat hangers in back alleys, warped spoons with white powder residue on them, more used condoms and needles then I care to know including a box of roughly twenty used needles, and I have seen a day hooker shoot up with heroine on a sidewalk, and all I do at my job is cut the grass on peoples lawns.
-Dave, University of Regina.
So I worked as a CNA in Highschool and College to make extra money. While I was doing my Practical in a Nursing home the lady I was taking care rang me to help her go to the bathroom. I helped her on the toilet and then told her to ring me again when she needed help to get up. She rang and I went to help she stood up and said "O shit" fell back on the toilet and died there. Needless to say work was interesting.
Co-edited by Talia Pollock.