My Brilliant Career at Fuddruckers Restaurant :: Persoanl Narrative Essays

My Brilliant Carg one and only(a)r at Fuddruckers RestaurantBeing c entirelyed a bitch on the job was becoming more and more an everyday occurrence. After all I did work with four or five guys I desire (males that are rather normal call other males they like the oddest things) and a closely unladylike girl who hated me with a severe passion (females that are rather unrefined call people they hate the oddest things.) But today was fairly different. It marked the beginning to the downfall of my employment as Master Burger quint at Fuddruckers During the summer I moved away from home. Since I infallible money to live I found employment at the save place that would hire unskilled summer work Fuddruckers Restaurant. Fuddruckers looked like a fun place that I could leave behind at the prohibit of the night and forget about at the end of the summer, as one normally does with summer jobs. But this was not to be. Fuddruckers permanently changed my outlook on several s ubjects, mainly keeping my mouth shut. First, a description of my co-workers. peck was the main boss who generally ran the restaurant. vision was one of those thirty-something guys that steady thought he was a senior in high school. He also had the tendency to tell his employees ultra-ultra-sensitive information about his life. Example in grave detail he one day gave me a rundown of his marriages apparently rather unfortunate sex life. This was naturally not something I relished being informed of, or -- to be exact -- cared about in any way. His sexual shortcomings were his own problem. My other boss was much the opposite word his name was Mr. Metz and if youve ever seen the movie Ace Ventura When Nature Calls he looks merely like the seemingly evil character Burton Quinn (the one with the raven on his shoulder). He was the owner of the restaurant and was rarely there. When he did make an manner he neither talked nor showed an interest in many of the emplo yees. But Mr. Metz and Ken did have two things in common. First they never said anything positive(p) to their workers. I worked the entire summer trying my hardest to, as my mother would say, do the job right the first time.