Ok, so I'm writting again. I wrote something that I need some feedback on. basically its an excerpt from a story I'm writing based on my time at pizza hut. even if I don't blow the stories out of proportion they would be entertaining. So if you like, please read the following and give me some feedback.
Thanks!
-Chris.
Thanks!
-Chris.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)
What time can I come in for an interview?
Hows 2:30? replied David.
Ill see you then I said.
Great I thought, I have to miss the last few hours of work for another possible job. Its not that I didnt like interviews I just wish everyone stopped setting them during my work hours. In this case I had hoped they would hire me based on my resume but I guess when it comes to this line of work we all start at the same level. The florecent lights of the office where starting to get to me as they usually did around noon. Walking to my car, I felt a little guilt as I had told Chuck my aunt was sick and she needed a ride to the doctor. Still I knew if I didn't at least try to get this job I would have no one else to blame again this month. I left the office at 1:30 hoping to get there early, luckily traffic was light The whole way there. It was an unbearably hot June afternoon, I hoped the sweat wasn't visible through my shirt. Getting there quickly I got to sit around for 20 minutes listening to the phones ring and the employees yell and curse at each other. The whole time trying to keep the smell of yeast and oil out of my sinus'. I couldnt wait to get this over with and go home. The prospect of bullshitting another barely out of high school punk hoping to make it to their boss, who ultimately makes the decisions, was making my stomach turn. Maybe this one would be different I hoped.
Are you here for the large cheese?Asked a greasy faced employee.
Im here to see David. I have an interview at 2:30. I said.
Oh hey, yeah Im David. Hang on a secHe replied .
Just then David stepped out wearing what used to be a black pair of dickes and a white shirt. Now they had faded to grayish white and stained brown respectively. He stood a good foot taller then me and out weighed me by 50 or so pounds, short brownish hair and goofy face with plenty of its own character. Moving as if he was going on the 13 hour of a very long shift he handed me a bundle of papers.
Ok, Do me a favor and fill this out, and when youre done with that Ill need you to take this test here
A test? Whats this for? I wondered.
David smirked and said as politically correct as possible It helps us determine what kind of person you might be.
This is too much work for six bucks an hour I thought. . If I leave right now and hurry I can make it home in time for a nap before my roomates get home. Although my brakes have been grinding a bit lately and I know pretty soon Ill need to pay for something on my car. I finally decided just to stay since I was already there. At least it wont take me too long to fill this out and pass this test; it was just like the others I had taken over the last few months. I was almost finished with the paper work when I couldn't help but notice that David wouldn't stop talking loudly about the effect of pineapple juice on a mans semen. Is he seriously discussing this at work? Maybe this isnt the right place for me.
Have you heard that too? said David
What? I responded pretending not to have been eavesdropping.
My girlfriend heard somewhere that if you drink pineapple juice for awhile it makes your cum taste better. She said she read it in Cosmo or some shit. I think its all crap though.
I looked at David not believing he had a girlfriend and said
Yeah Ive heard it, but I think it was a rumor started by the Dole Company. The whole Idea anyway is to eat better and get more sugar into your diet that in turn will make things taste more palatable
Really? Said David.
I dont fucken know I said, Laughing at his gullibility.
Oh are you done with that then? he snapped.
I handed him the paper work and watched as he compared my results to the contents of a big red three ring binder. I sat there and calculated in my head that if I work just 15 hours a week I can make an extra 80 bucks a week roughly after taxes and gas expenses. Not bad I considered since I had just come off unemployment and owed more people money then I wanted to admit. I was beggining to get uncomfortable sitting on the hard wooden bench so I decided to start studying the menu. Aparently there are only a handfull of ingredents in the store. Your bill just depends on what order they are in. After what seemed like hours David finally spoke and said,
Ok so I got the results and you didnt do too bad
So whats the verdict then? I asked
Well Evan is the one that does the hiring, See Hes the manager David Said while pointing to a plaque with 4 other names above him.
This obviously pointed out his position in the organization. I dont know how I didnt see it earlier. I could have saved myself some time had I known I was talking to the literal low man on the totem poleor plaque whatever.
Well then what the hell am I doing talking to you? I said with a playful smirk on my face. I didnt want to leave a negative impression on him so I held my smile as long as possible so hed think I was just joking around with him, and not that I was irritated which I was.
Well you see Im the shift manager, I just got promoted from driver a few months ago. So as you can see by my location on this here board Im not able to hire you but I think youd be perfect for the job and Ill make sure Evan knows that. He said.
I started to chuckle
well thanks for your time David. I really appreciate it and I hope to be working with you soon.
Yeah me too He shot back just as I was leaving.
The Drive home was a short one, I lived about two blocks away.When I got there I sat in my room strumming some power chords on a junky guitar I had recently put toghether, it was holding up pretty well. I was starting to get bored, usually my roomates where home to fill the apartment with some sort of purpose by now. After a few hours nobody came home, so I decided to go for a drive. It had cooled down by this time so I lowered the windows as I started my car. Pulling out of the driveway I noticed it was a nice evening and the smell of fast food was in the air, it was still a little humid but comfortable. I began to smell something familiar, popcorn as I drove passed the movie theater. I turned away from the theater down a dark road driving up a steep hill that wound up into many secluded gated communites. In my rearview mirror I could see the neon of the theater knowing no matter what I find up here I'll be going back there. Its as if the lights where illuminating my way home, shining through the sky to remind me where I'll end up.
Not really knowing where to go I just drove passed the houses I would grow to admire and eventually service. As I passed the fourth community of gated dwellings I wondered who the gates where really protecting? I couldn't wait to see exactly what this city was really like, at night when the decent citizens hide from the real world; when their offspring take to the streets to display the values that have been instilled upon them. Perhaps city is the wrong way to describe this place it was more of a town then a city really, lots of residential, parks, and shopping centers. Not unlike the next town over, or the one after that. I ended up going in a big circle that night and as with all things ending up right back where I started. There was something different about that night though, a realization or maybe a brief glimpse into my very near future prehaps, but I had this feeling that I was going to be making that same drive a few hundred more times.
What time can I come in for an interview?
Hows 2:30? replied David.
Ill see you then I said.
Great I thought, I have to miss the last few hours of work for another possible job. Its not that I didnt like interviews I just wish everyone stopped setting them during my work hours. In this case I had hoped they would hire me based on my resume but I guess when it comes to this line of work we all start at the same level. The florecent lights of the office where starting to get to me as they usually did around noon. Walking to my car, I felt a little guilt as I had told Chuck my aunt was sick and she needed a ride to the doctor. Still I knew if I didn't at least try to get this job I would have no one else to blame again this month. I left the office at 1:30 hoping to get there early, luckily traffic was light The whole way there. It was an unbearably hot June afternoon, I hoped the sweat wasn't visible through my shirt. Getting there quickly I got to sit around for 20 minutes listening to the phones ring and the employees yell and curse at each other. The whole time trying to keep the smell of yeast and oil out of my sinus'. I couldnt wait to get this over with and go home. The prospect of bullshitting another barely out of high school punk hoping to make it to their boss, who ultimately makes the decisions, was making my stomach turn. Maybe this one would be different I hoped.
Are you here for the large cheese?Asked a greasy faced employee.
Im here to see David. I have an interview at 2:30. I said.
Oh hey, yeah Im David. Hang on a secHe replied .
Just then David stepped out wearing what used to be a black pair of dickes and a white shirt. Now they had faded to grayish white and stained brown respectively. He stood a good foot taller then me and out weighed me by 50 or so pounds, short brownish hair and goofy face with plenty of its own character. Moving as if he was going on the 13 hour of a very long shift he handed me a bundle of papers.
Ok, Do me a favor and fill this out, and when youre done with that Ill need you to take this test here
A test? Whats this for? I wondered.
David smirked and said as politically correct as possible It helps us determine what kind of person you might be.
This is too much work for six bucks an hour I thought. . If I leave right now and hurry I can make it home in time for a nap before my roomates get home. Although my brakes have been grinding a bit lately and I know pretty soon Ill need to pay for something on my car. I finally decided just to stay since I was already there. At least it wont take me too long to fill this out and pass this test; it was just like the others I had taken over the last few months. I was almost finished with the paper work when I couldn't help but notice that David wouldn't stop talking loudly about the effect of pineapple juice on a mans semen. Is he seriously discussing this at work? Maybe this isnt the right place for me.
Have you heard that too? said David
What? I responded pretending not to have been eavesdropping.
My girlfriend heard somewhere that if you drink pineapple juice for awhile it makes your cum taste better. She said she read it in Cosmo or some shit. I think its all crap though.
I looked at David not believing he had a girlfriend and said
Yeah Ive heard it, but I think it was a rumor started by the Dole Company. The whole Idea anyway is to eat better and get more sugar into your diet that in turn will make things taste more palatable
Really? Said David.
I dont fucken know I said, Laughing at his gullibility.
Oh are you done with that then? he snapped.
I handed him the paper work and watched as he compared my results to the contents of a big red three ring binder. I sat there and calculated in my head that if I work just 15 hours a week I can make an extra 80 bucks a week roughly after taxes and gas expenses. Not bad I considered since I had just come off unemployment and owed more people money then I wanted to admit. I was beggining to get uncomfortable sitting on the hard wooden bench so I decided to start studying the menu. Aparently there are only a handfull of ingredents in the store. Your bill just depends on what order they are in. After what seemed like hours David finally spoke and said,
Ok so I got the results and you didnt do too bad
So whats the verdict then? I asked
Well Evan is the one that does the hiring, See Hes the manager David Said while pointing to a plaque with 4 other names above him.
This obviously pointed out his position in the organization. I dont know how I didnt see it earlier. I could have saved myself some time had I known I was talking to the literal low man on the totem poleor plaque whatever.
Well then what the hell am I doing talking to you? I said with a playful smirk on my face. I didnt want to leave a negative impression on him so I held my smile as long as possible so hed think I was just joking around with him, and not that I was irritated which I was.
Well you see Im the shift manager, I just got promoted from driver a few months ago. So as you can see by my location on this here board Im not able to hire you but I think youd be perfect for the job and Ill make sure Evan knows that. He said.
I started to chuckle
well thanks for your time David. I really appreciate it and I hope to be working with you soon.
Yeah me too He shot back just as I was leaving.
The Drive home was a short one, I lived about two blocks away.When I got there I sat in my room strumming some power chords on a junky guitar I had recently put toghether, it was holding up pretty well. I was starting to get bored, usually my roomates where home to fill the apartment with some sort of purpose by now. After a few hours nobody came home, so I decided to go for a drive. It had cooled down by this time so I lowered the windows as I started my car. Pulling out of the driveway I noticed it was a nice evening and the smell of fast food was in the air, it was still a little humid but comfortable. I began to smell something familiar, popcorn as I drove passed the movie theater. I turned away from the theater down a dark road driving up a steep hill that wound up into many secluded gated communites. In my rearview mirror I could see the neon of the theater knowing no matter what I find up here I'll be going back there. Its as if the lights where illuminating my way home, shining through the sky to remind me where I'll end up.
Not really knowing where to go I just drove passed the houses I would grow to admire and eventually service. As I passed the fourth community of gated dwellings I wondered who the gates where really protecting? I couldn't wait to see exactly what this city was really like, at night when the decent citizens hide from the real world; when their offspring take to the streets to display the values that have been instilled upon them. Perhaps city is the wrong way to describe this place it was more of a town then a city really, lots of residential, parks, and shopping centers. Not unlike the next town over, or the one after that. I ended up going in a big circle that night and as with all things ending up right back where I started. There was something different about that night though, a realization or maybe a brief glimpse into my very near future prehaps, but I had this feeling that I was going to be making that same drive a few hundred more times.