Wednesday, August 27, 2014

No More, No More

67 Burger. The forbidden fruit.  This now has a name, cheat days.  My dad told me he now has them on his Paleo diet.  I like it.  Give something a name and it gives relevance.  I worked five days in a row with a couple of 'clopens' in there, closing late shift followed by an opening shift.  Those are hard but if I get through them, feel as if I've really worked one long shift but two days have passed.  I think it's a form of retail brain washing.  Now, I barely make it through 3 days in a row without a day off let alone five because we're asked not to sit while working on the sales floor and the floors are concrete.  We do some physical work and lots of walking around. You'd think we'd all be in great shape but you know customer service and sales generates a lot of stress and anxiety, not to mention indigestion.
To get to that fifth day I needed to invent a dangling carrot.  That reward was to be curly fries, a cheeseburger and a chocolate vanilla milk shake from 67 Burger.  It was like blasting out of the doors on the last day of school before a long summer, like getting out of jail and your friend picking you up in a boss ride with your favorite music playing, it was being tired and burnt out and someone bringing you a cheeseburger, fries and a shake!!!

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