After I finished my school I decided to save some money to travel the following year. I was looking for a job and finally found a job at a fast food chain. The process was very easy. I applied for a position in service (preparing food and cash register) and was invited to an interview. I found it almost unnecessary to have an interview as any idiot can work in a fast food chain. Nevertheless, I was required to fake high motivation and ambition. Well, that’s just the way things are. The interview therefore felt like a routine procedure. The hiring manager wasn’t really interested and wanted to get the interview over with so he could continue watching his YouTube videos about BMX bikes in his office. I signed the contract the next day and started working straight away.
The first week was probably the best week in the fast food restaurant as that was the only time I really hat to learn something new. After that it became a routine very quickly. I was fortunate enough that my colleagues were some very special characters. Two employees were immigrants from Egypt. When they weren’t yelling at each other in Arabic, they were a lot of fun to hang around with. I remember one of the two throwing ice cubes around when the boss wasn’t there. There were also some young people who, like me, wanted to work there for a while to save some money on the side. It was fun with them too, but it got boring quickly because the young ones, like me, haven’t experienced much in their lives to tell an interesting story. I might start a second blog with the stories I had heard from the Egyptians. Then there was another woman who worked with us. I had a conversation with her and told her that I had just graduated from school. She told me that she hat started for the same reason. Her plan was to quit after a year to go to art school. The problem was that she had been in this place for eight years. I asked her why she never went to art school. She replied: ‘Well that’s life, you have dreams but then real life hits you and you accept that following your dreams is for rich people’. Quite sad innit.