It has recently been discovered that Malu is employing spies - not the spies which were originally thought, the shift upervisors but those we consdiered our comrades in the fight against evil. do you know what this is reminiscent of??? the gestapo in Germany where it was the friends and family members who spied on each other to help the gestapo collect informtaion and there was nobody to turn to, nobody to trust.
the other day kerri went round innocently asking employees what socks they were wearing. when innocent jemel perfectly within his rights refused she demanded to see them. when this tactic failed she crept off secretly to have a provate word with malu...except with kerri's loud voice nothing is quiet! anne, who happened to be nearby heard her recounting the fact that jemels wearing of black socks was not confirmed and this thus led to an instant questioning......poor jemel. what is kfc coming to????
All things come to an end. Recently my career in fast food looked a bit bleak it's self. It was a busy Thursday night everyone was working hard and doing the right thing with the occasional quick chat. And there I was, in drive through doing some good, solid get-right-into-it work. Being nice to customers when all you felt like doing is clubbing them, holding back the urge to punch Suzanne in the face, trying to be quick while making everything still look presentable, it was business as usual. Finally I had the opportunity to pry myself away from the busy window to get on with my clean up as I was already behind Malu's tight schedule. All I kept on thinking was "I'm actually doin good work tonight" which is more than I could say for Malu. She told me off a few times for stopping to talk to Keiran. What she failed to notice was that i was doing work also. She finally threatened "I give you written warning, if you dont stop talking" I answered back "I'm doing work Malu, but hey do what you want I don't care i need another one to add to my collection" from the way I saw it KFC was just here because I had yet failed to leave, it didn't matter to me if it was taken away. Still I want on working. Then carrying a tray and stopping for a split second to answer Keiran i got caught. "Ok thats it, written warning" she murmured. I laughed it off, I didn't care. I finished earlier than required and did a excellent job. Malu: "Sign here please" Strez: "Nope I dont have to, I dont agree with it". She went on to try and get me to sign the written warning, failing to understand that it is not compulsory to have to sign it. She finally threatened me with "If you dont sign I'll fire you" once again I laughed and walked away. She told Vianney and he told me off. I proved him wrong also "If there was nothing stating what I should improve on then what am I signing for?" he quickly changed the subject.
Now onto tonight's shift. A usual Monday night. Until a little birdie decided to come out of its shell. There I was once more doing the norm on the drive through window. I had to tell a man that we were waiting on fresh 'Mashies', he accepted the wait. No shock there but i had yet to discover what it was that this man really was waiting for. After about 30 seconds his mashies were ready to hand out. "Ok here you go sorry bout the wait..." and there it was, in full optic view, perched out of his fly like it was having a casual nights nap. His cock. I was beyond stunned, more like shocked. I didn't know what to do what to say and there in front of me was my full frontal customer, hanging out. What was I meant to be part of here, an invitation? Or was he just showing it off like a monkey? Had I just become a victim of this man's gay fantasies?