...going to give me 15 hours, fuck it. I don't want to work. And I guess it's my fault for being like, "hey. gimme halloween off, my sister might have a baby." But still. The order of work ethic in Subway probably goes Julee (manager) Tillie (Should-be Assistant Manager) Angie (Shift Leader) Me (lowly Sandwich Artist) and Eunice (another SA) And then 9 other people follow. But because they're all...
...he was just annoying.), an autistic man... and many more. After I've heard some of these stories I ponder where I stand. Lets see what I've got on my case. I would be the: -Gay boy -Started work at subway at 17 and violated child labor laws accidently -Show cases a very strange variety of music at work and usually dances or sings to it, often in front of everyone. -Doesn't keep a hair color for a...
.... but I don' tknow how comfortable I am pretending to be fully bilingual. Hahaha. I can function, and I can say "Would you like salt and pepper with that?" ... but still, I feel uneasy. I'm applying to Subway by the way. I was talking to the dude behind the subway counter, and he says he was working there for two weeks and it's the easiest, chillest job he's ever done. Plus he gets free food. It all...
...is fucking amazing and things could not have worked out better. I live around the corner from Colin (should really get down to see you) and my flatmate is a friend of mine called Bixie. Been at SubWay for almost three months now and it's great. In a fortnight I start training for a supervisor position. Although should really start working on a porfolio... I was talking about religion with a...
So I'm at Subway... Ordered my Chicken-Pizzola sandwich and was watching the chick assemble it. I've done assembly-line work before but I am in awe of how these folks assemble sandwiches quickly and correctly every time. I work from blueprints, and I always have a reference drawing handy... these folks manage to assemble complex sandwiches in short-time from memory. Granted Subwayfood isn't...
...worth the time and fun. When the tour was done I left and took a picture of the marquee and soon Nathan’s. Then I got back on the train and head back to Manhattan. When I finally emerged from the subway in Manhattan, I think I was in either SOHO, Tribeca, or somewhere just south of the Village. I walked north thinking I would find my way to someplace familiar. I remember as I approached one intersection...
...argue with a woman when she is shopping. Esp. when I thought we might have a better chance in the basement (incase I forget she did find 2 coats in Brooklyn the next day) We did finally get to the subway and I navigated us to station near the Brooklyn Bridge. Crossing the bridge and our time in Brooklyn itself was adventures in of themselves. As we approached the bridge I pointed out town hall and...
...random girls we all met back at their place i instantly passed out woke up at 7am nick and andrew were too passed out to take me to the train station so i walked to the muni stop met a really cool guy that reminded me of joseph, he was on his wat to cancun(sp?) was only 22 minutes late to work showed up unkempt and hungover got through it, ate subway napped for 6 hours and now im writing thissss
There's a redheaded girl sitting next to what I'm assuming is her boyfriend, and she seems a little crazy. Not in a bad way. Her face is tremendously expressive, in a slightly dramatic fashion. Every... even if with her companion they seem playful, then predatory, then pensive, then looking up at me as I'm pretending to stare out of the train door window into the rapid void through which we soar.
