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		<title>Catching Heat</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I applied for MVWJ at a certain heated sandwich fast-food chain the summer before I was going away to college. I should have known better than to take the job when the fat greasy manager said he&#8217;d hire me even though I didn&#8217;t have any experience and &#8220;didn&#8217;t know anything.&#8221; It was close enough for [...]]]></description>
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<p>I applied for MVWJ at a certain heated sandwich fast-food chain the summer before I was going away to college. I should have known better than to take the job when the fat greasy manager said he&#8217;d hire me even though I didn&#8217;t have any experience and &#8220;didn&#8217;t know anything.&#8221; It was close enough for me to ride my bike to work though and I wanted the extra money for school, so I showed up 20 minutes early on my first day only to get yelled at for 20 minutes about being hours late. My manager wouldn&#8217;t let me get a word in edgewise though, literally not stopping long enough for me to tell him my shift didn&#8217;t start at 9am like he insisted it did. He insisted that I was supposed to be there early enough to open up the store, even though it was my first day. Confused I decided to just go with it and did my best at working.</p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t know any of the sandwiches, but he insisted I should have memorized them by now, and he kept putting me on the line so that when people asked me for a certain number or named sandwich I&#8217;d have to look up at the menu and try and read all the ingredients and then do my best. There was literally no training; no one had shown me how to properly make these sandwiches at all. They also didn&#8217;t show me how to remove the sandwiches from the toaster, so I was burning my hands on these hot sandwiches for three days before a coworker noticed I was doing it wrong and showed me how to do it right.</p>
<p>The worst part of the job was not cleaning out the rotting mayo bins or being laughed at by my manager and co-workers because I was going to college. The worst part was standing on the line and listening to the manager flirt with this one particular woman &#8212; a nurse who worked in a practice near our store &#8212; every time she came in. He sounded like a creepy stalker, saying, &#8220;Oh I saw you at the store the other day&#8221; or &#8220;I saw you at the baseball game,&#8221; and he somehow never picked up on her constantly telling him that she had a boyfriend with a disgusted look on her face.</p>
<p>After about a month of being constantly yelled at for not knowing the rules or how to do things and being late when I never was, I finally got fed up and yelled back. Turns out that he had been getting me confused for ANOTHER girl he&#8217;d hired at the same time and actually shown the training videos to and you know, trained! She worked a different shift than me and even to the very end he insisted that I was the one that was supposed to know how to open and close up shop and do everything despite never having been trained. I finally got fed up with him being a complete power-tripping asshole who acted like being the manager of a pathetic sandwich store was the most awesome thing ever and lied, saying that college started a month before it actually did. Not like he&#8217;d know the difference.</p>
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