My Brilliant Career at Fuddruckers Restaurant :: Persoanl Narrative Essays

My Brilliant Career at Fuddruckers Restaurant Being called a 'bitch' on the job was becoming more and more an everyday occurrence. After all I did work with four or five guys I liked (males that are rather 'normal' call other males they like the oddest things) and a most unladylike girl who hated me with a severe passion (females that are rather 'unrefined' call people they hate the oddest things.) But today was slightly different. It marked the beginning to the downfall of my employment as Master Burger Flipper at "Fuddruckers"! During the summer I moved away from home. Since I needed money to live I found employment at the only place that would hire unskilled summer work: Fuddruckers Restaurant. Fuddruckers looked like a fun place that I could leave behind at the end of the night and forget about at the end of the summer, as one normally does with summer jobs. But this was not to be. Fuddruckers permanently changed my outlook on several subjects, mainly keeping my mouth shut. First, a description of my co-workers. Ken was the main boss who generally ran the restaurant. Ken was one of those thirty-something guys that still thought he was a senior in high school. He also had the tendency to tell his employees ultra-ultra-sensitive information about his life. Example: in grave detail he one day gave me a rundown of his marriage's apparently rather unfortunate sex life. This was naturally not something I relished being informed of, or -- to be exact -- cared about in any way. His sexual shortcomings were his own problem. My other boss was much the opposite his name was Mr. Metz and if you’ve ever seen the movie Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls he looks exactly like the seemingly evil character Burton Quinn (the one with the raven on his shoulder). He was the owner of the restaurant and was rarely there. When he did make an appearance he neither talked nor showed an interest in many of the employees. But Mr. Metz and Ken did have two things in common. First they never said anything positive to their workers. I worked the entire summer trying my hardest to, as my mother would say, do the job right the first time.