||[Jul. 7th, 2006|02:26 pm]
Waffle House Capers
my very first run in with the awful waffle came when I put in an application for an endearing position with one of the locations right around the corner from my apartment. I was broke, almost to the point of starvation and eviction. Needless to say I landed on the 3rd shift, which at that store, consisted of a 10 hour rotation...not including before & after time. I made ass loads of money. Though after many many many many months of double shifts (that runs circa 18 hours), psycho co-workers + customers, and drunks that tried to kill each other on a fairly regularly basis I had decided I had enough of the place for a life time. |
What I am here for though, is to relay some of the unbelievable things ppl do when they go into a WH. things like pulling guns on ppl, throwing dishes at ppl, full fledge brawls in the parking lot, sex, drugs and rock n roll. it goes on and on...
now I can honestly say I miss the $500+ a week, but I don't miss the drama that comes with it. Stay tuned for my first story..