Since we're all still here...
One of my first jobs was in a well-known burger 'restaurant' (yes, the evil one). Official policy was to keep everything spotless and squeaky-clean. Sadly, official policy was also to employ penny-pinching rat-faced scrotes as Shift Managers, who cared not for hygiene.

Now, for the uninitiated, when making a burger in these places, the sauce is kept in a squirty gun device. A cardboard tube of sauce is loaded into it and, with one squeeze of the trigger, the perfect quantity of shitty sauce is deposited onto the burger. Whatever was left in these guns was thrown away at the end of the day, and a fresh one opened the next.

So one night at 10.59pm we were getting ready to close when a group of customers came in and ordered burgers. The Shift Manager, keen to get rid of them, hurriedly assembled the burgers himself in the kitchen, out of their view. As luck would have it, there was one last squirt of sauce left for the last burger of the evening. Perfect! Click, squirt, job done.

Plop.

The manager somehow managed to drop the burger, sauce-side down, on the floor. Whoops.

He therefore faced the financial hardship of going to the fridge and cracking open a new sauce tube just to make a replacement burger, before throwing the rest of the tube away.

Oh, of course he fucking didn't. He scooped it all up off the floor, picked out the bits of crap and served it up to the unsuspecting sucker.

Good god, that was a rotten job.
(costas, Thu 14 Jul 2011, 19:53, Reply)