Wendy’s

wendys

I worked at Wendy’s in high school. Money for comics and videogames. While it wasn’t the worst job I’ve ever had, it’s not really resume worthy. Working with a bunch of other high schoolers, the place turned into Burger World from Beavis and Butthead when the manager wasn’t around. Frying things we shouldn’t, food fights and general mischief. Somebody found the labeler and this became my nametag. I don’t remember what exactly it means, but not too much of the stuff I did around that time made any kind of sense.

See another nametag from when I worked at Kash N Karry. 

Day 8 (Of 13)

This morning I wasn’t quite awake yet and I knocked over a cup of coffee off the counter before I even got a sip, narrowly missing my crotch. I knew it wasn’t gonna be my day.

I was at work and the weather looked like it was gonna turn bad so I decided I should take the garbage out before it started raining. As soon as I opened the back door, it was already sprinkling. The wind was a’blowing. I went over to the dumpster and grabbed the plastic hinged lid-thing and attempted to flip it over and behind as it is supposed to do. The wind was working against me and I scraped the shit out of my hand on the dumpster. It was a pretty deep cut and it bled quite a bit. I threw the trash and junk out and went back inside.

I grabbed the Polaroid camera out of the office, usually reserved for taking pictures of shoplifters and the like and snapped a few photos before I cleaned the cut up. They didn’t turn out well:

Cut Hand polaroids

Stupid blurry garbage. So I decided to do a little sketch:

cut hand drawing

k.t. has the camera with her in Costa Rica so when I got home I did a scan of it. It really doesn’t look that bad. Just another wound on my gnarly hands. Oh well.

hand cut

(My girlfriend k.t. is out of town for two weeks. I’m documenting my time without her.)

Rebuttal

So a co-worker of my decided to talk some shit about me on her Myspace page for doing my job. She resorted to name-calling and generally childish behaviour. She knows I know about her site and so she definitely meant for me to see it. She’ll see this. And I’m holding back, big time. With the exception of the awful caricature, I’m trying to be a little civilized about this. And Robo-A$$? What the hell is that supposed to be? A$$? You can’t even write ass? Lame. See her original post here. (She has since made her blog private, persumably after reading this or to talk some more shit. If anyone wants to read it, let me know. I did get a printout of it I can transcribe.)

robo-ass

co-worker

Mysterio Vs. Office Computer

piece of crap

So I was at work the other day and I was having some computer trouble. We have these newish Linux-based workstations running some absolute rubbish DOS program from a dozen years ago and I drew this little sketch on post-it while waiting for a reboot. Somebody must have liked it an they stuck it onto the calendar.

See some previous Mysterio Mondays here.

Tired Boy

tired

So it’s 6:27 in the a.m. I’m sitting here enjoying a cup of coffee and a breakfast burrito. I have to go to work. We have inventory at 5:30 in the morning on Sunday in my store and I know for a fact we’re not ready for it. My district manager and 3 or 4 store managers are coming over to my store today. I have no idea why I traded with a fellow supervisor for this early morning shift to get craps done. Crap. It’s gonna be a long day.