I want to quit my job.
I recently started working at the Panera Bread on Coolidge. In fact, I’m sitting here right now after a particularly strenuous shift. And now, being a worker that has freshly entered the food service industry, I can confidently say that the everyday dynamics of this Panera Bread are sometimes so bizarre, it’s laughable. And these past few weeks, we’ve definitely discusssed entertainment in sarcasm extensively. Also, I’m unsure what to blog about. Every once in a while, I come across a particularly interesting order. For example: “Hi ma’am, welcome to Panera Bread! What can I get for you today?” “Bagel. Pickles. Extra pickles.” “...Alright ma’am, is that all for today?” “ Pickles .” “Yep, don’t worry I got you!” “Did you get the pickles?” “Yes, ma’am.” “I really want pickles, can you put extra?” “Yep.” Her first red flag that I should’ve detected is that she ordered pickles in a bagel. That is some interesting behavior in and of itself. I try n...