Once upon a time in 2003 I was just starting a job at KFC and two girls ordered something new on the menu and not yet on the register. Nervous, I flubbed up adding it up on the calculator. Behind me, the district manager made snarky remarks and questioned if I even had so much as a junior high math education (I was 21). I finished serving the girls and went to clean the bathrooms so I’d have a private spot to cry. The girls comforted me and told me not to worry about people like her. I thanked them and went on with my day. The next day, they came back into my store with a big bouquet of sunflowers for me and told me to smile. I hope they are still in Halifax and able to read this. I’ve never forgotten their kindness.
—hfxgirl
This article appears in Dec 10-16, 2009.
Wow – what a nice past Love! Thanks for sharing one from years past hfxgirl
I’m working at a KFC-esque job at the moment (basically a KFC with a bar. Can’t tell you where though, it’s a secret) and man, can some of the long-timers there be petty dickheads about stupid, minor, petty things. Working in that type of environment you really have to get used to it, though. Sorry I dropped one of our famous chicken wings on the floor and have to deep-fry another one (oops big hint there). Not my fault the restaurant down the street recently stole our title. Sorry I didn’t dress Halifax’s best pub club quickly enough (oops another big hint). I know, it must mean I’m a FUCKING (emphasis on fucking) moron. I should be forever grateful I even have a job and lucky you don’t fire me. Hopefully not for much longer… please…
oooh, seeya thursday qpmz 🙂
Nooooo! Stay away! Ohh God make it all stop…
No chicken wings for you.
Where is this place?!
Ohh, you know… it’s around.
Wanna stop by and say hi?