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First off, this is when I was 19 so let's not get on with the Burger King assault.
Anyways, I started here when I was senior in high school. By the end of my senior year I was the night manage and though I was making the big bucks and all my friends thought I was the greatest. Especially the free food and shit.
Anyways, I was working for a franchisee. And if any of you are familiar, the smaller franchisees often don't run nearly as tight a ship as corporate. To make a long story short, the franchisee wasn't doing all that great and decided to sell back to corporate. Corporate wasn't going to hire any of us because of our bad reputation(were received millions of complaints) and we happened to catch wind of this. Most of the previous complaints were shit like poor service, cold food, telling them to get fucked, you know shit like that.
The employees: My best friend John- a huge KISS and Batman fan-was also the drivethru operator. We are still friends today. John would take zero shit from no one, and was a complete fucking riot. John is the only one I keep tabs on, he has since completed a bachelors and is working on a masters at KU , has no job, and still smokes pot full time.
The 2 front counter bitches: Jill and Amanda. Biggest sluts ever, we all were fucking them. Sometimes in the store during hours in the storage room.
The cooks: Russ, Greg, Jeremy, &Rick. All long hair stoners. All they did was cook hamburgers and smoke dope. A very entertaining bunch I assure you.
The nightmgr: rsnoble. Who at one time was a very serious employee and actually tried to convert the situation left by the previous mgr. but soon wised up to realize the job was actually a big fucking joke and then had less a desire. Then with news of the coporate buy out my attitude really went to shit. NIghtshift was completely separtate from day, in which the day mgr. could care less of our actions. The owner during the last month before his sellout NEVER checked up on us at night. It was outta control.
On to the story: One of the cooks, Russ, was a really good artist. He bought this old boat of a car, dont recall make, but it was like 35 foot long. He painted a huge gleaming skull on the sides of it and had things like "satan rules" painted on it. He parked it right next to the drive thru entrance where everyone that came in seen it. We had jillions of complaints over this, so he repainted one side that read "fuck you" and parked it there again. Funnier than hell. The cops told us to remove it but we didnt, our time was running out so it didnt matter to us.
Unfortunetely for corporate, we found out our last day date. On this last day we all come in, do our thing, and its friday night. REally busy. AFter this the store was to be closed for transformation. We transformed it for them. We hooked our own little stereo up to the lobby system and had AC/DC blairing. Come about 7pm the drivethru was wrapped around the building. We had one of those drivethrus in which if you were behind someone you couldnt get around them because of a retaining wall. Im going over to the food bins and theres like nothing in there but about 50 whoppers are on order. Then I notice all the cooks are gone. Then I notice the counter bitches are gone also , and have about a gazillion angry looking people in the lobby yelling for service. I say fuck it, go to the back to my desk to get my shit and sneak out. I notice theres a light coming down from the ceiling and notice the roof hatch is propped open.
So im thinking oh you damn guys! I go to the roof, and there they all are, smoking dope in plain site and flipping off all the drivethru customers. I tell them damn we gotta get out of here and they passed me the joint. I said fuck it, and hit it hard. This was the first time I ever smoked pot. Then a few minutes later the auto sprinklers kicked on and they had someone positioned them and stuck something in them where they squirted the cars in the drivethru. I still remember the look on this old womans face rolling up her window and yelling at us.
We seen the sirens coming from afar, and all ran to our cars and fled. The sight of the deathmobile burning out thru the parking lot packed with a bunch of beavis and butthead types and nearly running people over was one of the funniest moments Ive ever witnessed. I never even called the owner, and left for Cailifornia the next day. Nothing ever came of it, thank god. The only person of this group ive ever seen again asides from John is Russ who I recognized at the mall who is still working there as the janitor. And he still has that shit eating grin on his face, I can only imagine what is in store for the mall.
The only thing I regret not doing before I left there was screwing with this dumbass named Anthony. We all called him Dragon Breath because his breath smelled like total hell from 5 foot away. He was trying to suck the owners cock and clean the place up. He was dumber than hell-literally. And also claimed to be a black belt. One time Greg challenged him. Greg was a little short dude with a huge afro. Anthony was like 6', but no physical masterpiece. Greg jumped on his back during store hours, about clawed anthonies eyes out, and damn near bit his ear completely off and Anthony had to go get stitches. I came up with the idea to rewire the speaker phone in the drivethru where I could interupt the conversation. In other words, the customer would say id like this...... And I could intervene and say no asshole, you'd like to suck my hair fucking cock. This would've been easy to do, and we were going to only do it on his shift as to get him fired. OF course then the sellout of the store became knowledge so we lost interest. Of course, I guess if you count meeting dragonbreaths girlfriend at a club and cumming in her mouth and then Anthony showing up later on to pick her up as fucking with him I guess maybe I did good afterall.
Anyways, I started here when I was senior in high school. By the end of my senior year I was the night manage and though I was making the big bucks and all my friends thought I was the greatest. Especially the free food and shit.
Anyways, I was working for a franchisee. And if any of you are familiar, the smaller franchisees often don't run nearly as tight a ship as corporate. To make a long story short, the franchisee wasn't doing all that great and decided to sell back to corporate. Corporate wasn't going to hire any of us because of our bad reputation(were received millions of complaints) and we happened to catch wind of this. Most of the previous complaints were shit like poor service, cold food, telling them to get fucked, you know shit like that.
The employees: My best friend John- a huge KISS and Batman fan-was also the drivethru operator. We are still friends today. John would take zero shit from no one, and was a complete fucking riot. John is the only one I keep tabs on, he has since completed a bachelors and is working on a masters at KU , has no job, and still smokes pot full time.
The 2 front counter bitches: Jill and Amanda. Biggest sluts ever, we all were fucking them. Sometimes in the store during hours in the storage room.
The cooks: Russ, Greg, Jeremy, &Rick. All long hair stoners. All they did was cook hamburgers and smoke dope. A very entertaining bunch I assure you.
The nightmgr: rsnoble. Who at one time was a very serious employee and actually tried to convert the situation left by the previous mgr. but soon wised up to realize the job was actually a big fucking joke and then had less a desire. Then with news of the coporate buy out my attitude really went to shit. NIghtshift was completely separtate from day, in which the day mgr. could care less of our actions. The owner during the last month before his sellout NEVER checked up on us at night. It was outta control.
On to the story: One of the cooks, Russ, was a really good artist. He bought this old boat of a car, dont recall make, but it was like 35 foot long. He painted a huge gleaming skull on the sides of it and had things like "satan rules" painted on it. He parked it right next to the drive thru entrance where everyone that came in seen it. We had jillions of complaints over this, so he repainted one side that read "fuck you" and parked it there again. Funnier than hell. The cops told us to remove it but we didnt, our time was running out so it didnt matter to us.
Unfortunetely for corporate, we found out our last day date. On this last day we all come in, do our thing, and its friday night. REally busy. AFter this the store was to be closed for transformation. We transformed it for them. We hooked our own little stereo up to the lobby system and had AC/DC blairing. Come about 7pm the drivethru was wrapped around the building. We had one of those drivethrus in which if you were behind someone you couldnt get around them because of a retaining wall. Im going over to the food bins and theres like nothing in there but about 50 whoppers are on order. Then I notice all the cooks are gone. Then I notice the counter bitches are gone also , and have about a gazillion angry looking people in the lobby yelling for service. I say fuck it, go to the back to my desk to get my shit and sneak out. I notice theres a light coming down from the ceiling and notice the roof hatch is propped open.
So im thinking oh you damn guys! I go to the roof, and there they all are, smoking dope in plain site and flipping off all the drivethru customers. I tell them damn we gotta get out of here and they passed me the joint. I said fuck it, and hit it hard. This was the first time I ever smoked pot. Then a few minutes later the auto sprinklers kicked on and they had someone positioned them and stuck something in them where they squirted the cars in the drivethru. I still remember the look on this old womans face rolling up her window and yelling at us.
We seen the sirens coming from afar, and all ran to our cars and fled. The sight of the deathmobile burning out thru the parking lot packed with a bunch of beavis and butthead types and nearly running people over was one of the funniest moments Ive ever witnessed. I never even called the owner, and left for Cailifornia the next day. Nothing ever came of it, thank god. The only person of this group ive ever seen again asides from John is Russ who I recognized at the mall who is still working there as the janitor. And he still has that shit eating grin on his face, I can only imagine what is in store for the mall.
The only thing I regret not doing before I left there was screwing with this dumbass named Anthony. We all called him Dragon Breath because his breath smelled like total hell from 5 foot away. He was trying to suck the owners cock and clean the place up. He was dumber than hell-literally. And also claimed to be a black belt. One time Greg challenged him. Greg was a little short dude with a huge afro. Anthony was like 6', but no physical masterpiece. Greg jumped on his back during store hours, about clawed anthonies eyes out, and damn near bit his ear completely off and Anthony had to go get stitches. I came up with the idea to rewire the speaker phone in the drivethru where I could interupt the conversation. In other words, the customer would say id like this...... And I could intervene and say no asshole, you'd like to suck my hair fucking cock. This would've been easy to do, and we were going to only do it on his shift as to get him fired. OF course then the sellout of the store became knowledge so we lost interest. Of course, I guess if you count meeting dragonbreaths girlfriend at a club and cumming in her mouth and then Anthony showing up later on to pick her up as fucking with him I guess maybe I did good afterall.
