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Originally Posted by surferguy
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Ahh...oooh. Its grim.
So...Crappy Tire didnt give us a lot of time for lunch. It was basically a sweatshop but...in a strange way an unintentional one?
At one point the owner actually hired a Chef and installed a kitchen upstairs.
Now...this was great...to a point. The downside is...there was no way to pay. So your meals were deducted from your paycheques.
This tripped up a great many people. Because when 'you dont have to pay right now' you can see that many part-timers racked up some serious lunch bills.
Especially because the cook was actually really good!
Also they really weird things where instead of writing a Menu on the white-board they'd write Canadian Tire's Stock Price. It was kinda strange.
Anyhow the gist of the story is that it was really difficult to go away from work, get lunch, get back and eat it, on your allotted lunch break and eventually even the Chef got the Heave-ho because I guess he cost too much.
So the answer? They'd allow food trucks in the parking lot.
Almost all of them would come and go, but the Fry-Guy food truck was a fixture.
Anyways I went up to the truck for Lunch and found the Fry-Guy (sorry this was a lot of years ago I forget his name, I used to know it) anyways, I find him on the floor of his truck.
He'd shot himself in the head.
So 3 thoughts ran through me:
1. I swear I saw people get here before me and walk away...are they just ignoring this?
2. I guess I have no lunch today.
3. I suppose I should call someone.
I jest, I jest! I immediately called
that fired chef guy to see if he was looking for a new gig...the Police.
RIP Fry-Guy...RIP.
Man...I've had some awful jobs in my life. And now I do Taxes.