Yesterday evening I was working my usual shift at the gas station. Sundays are the busiest days of the week, and so even though I work at one of the smallest places in Norway it’s not uncommon for the place to packed full of people wanting sundaes, sausages or hamburgers. These are more or less time demanding tasks that entail the line getting even longer while I’m making ‘em, people getting hungrier and more annoyed, and so the Evil Circle of the Fast Food Chain continues its sinister spiral down to hell...
Yesterday was especially bad. I was working together with someone who hadn’t tried the Sunday shift before, so naturally I was the one that got stuck with food detail. At one point I had so many orders that I knew it would take me at least a half hour before they were all done, and behind me I could pick up random snippets of The New Guy screwing the cash register royally up. In other words: We were fucked, and there was nothing I could do about it short of calling in backup…
That’s when the radio decided to cheer me up by playing this song:
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