My first job: Baskin Robbins.
My first managers ever: don't really know English.
My first uniform: has icing all over it and my hat was given to me ripped. Not to mention my shirt is a Russian circus tent.
I work with a thief/stoner, two high schoolers, and a fellow CSUFer (who will be putting in her two-week notice soon).
The Baskin Robbins I work at is falling apart. My managers are broke. My checks are tiny and I get few hours.
My favorite is when my managers call at 6:30 to go in at 7:00. I mean, I love dropping everything I planned to do for work. Awesome.
I sure do love ice cream. :)
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