Being Wendy's Bitch

It's been so long since I've had a part-time job (on top of taking classes) that I am pretty tired already- and I just started! How lame am I?

My first day of work at Wendy's was complete chaos and exhausting. (I should have known it would be a bad night after there was a fire in the union before I got there and they had to evacuate everyone...)They gave me the job of being the "runner". That means that I am the person who looks up at the tiny screen 10 ft away, reads the orders, places the proper food in the bags, calls out the number to the people waiting in front, and gives them their food. Sounds simple, right? Well, for the most part it wasn't too bad. I was able to keep up for the most part. But the runner is a really important (and one of the most difficult) job because if you fuck up, it messes EVERYONE up. Well, about 2 hours into my shift, it got SUPER busy... and the manager had left me alone and I got so confused, was messing orders up, was getting snapped at by the customers and the sandwich makers... I just wanted to cry. He told me later "I did that on purpose because its a trial by fire thing and you have to learn". I wanted to ring his fucking neck... its my first fucking day, asshole, and you just taught me this shit 1 hour ago and didn't tell me what the abbreviations for sandwiches are and I'm confused! I wanted to shove my wendy's nametag down this throat and call it quits right then and there.

So after that shift was over, I went home, aching all over, and stumbled into my apartment completely exhausted physically and emotionally. First thing I did was take a shot of sake then took a hot shower to get the smell of fried disgusting food off of me.

I hate my job... I just started, but I am sick of working with food. Every single job i've ever had, it's been with food. I'm sick of it! I have a 6 hour shift today from 2-8, and I am dreading it... you shouldn't dread work :( I miss my old cafe job... at least I have a passion for coffee even if it IS food, but I don't even fucking eat fast food! I hate the stuff!!

now I've gone and made myself upset and mad.... damnit.. :( I will keep this job, but I won't stop looking for other work. 7.30/hr isn't worth it...

EDIT:

Yeah, alright, I'm going to stick it through... I came to the realization that no one really likes their job and it is a sucky part of life that everyone has to deal with. Beggars can't be choosers, and I should be happy that I even HAVE a job after the horrible luck i've had. I should also be happy that I only have to work weekends and not during the week. So I will bite my tongue, grit my teeth, and bear with the shitiness that is Wendy's for the few hours that I have to work. It's only 6 hours... and even though it will suck, this too shall pass, and I will be home tonight in bed after a hot shower with hot tea and maybe talking to my wonderful girlfriend on the phone (aka- happiness ^^). And then, no work again until Friday night. Life goes on~