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BK Chronicles: The Beginning of the End 17-08-15

Eleven days have passed since my last blog post and for that I apologize. It’s just that my days have become quite routine and so there is nothing new or noteworthy to talk about — in detail at least.  This blog post though, should give you some indication that I do have something to talk about now.

Let me mention the one  significant thing that happened last week; I received a commendation from my supervisor. It went something like this: “I want to commend you for the work you have been putting in. I see where you have been doing things without being told most of the time…Keep it up!”

Enough of that. Let me move on to the real point of this blog entry.

So…this week is my last week at Burger King. Yeah. I know. Time flies. I still can’t believe that three weeks have already passed. It’s a bit surreal. It feels like it was just yesterday that I was talking about my first day and how I learned how to prepare lettuce. Ha! The memories. I remember how I was so flustered one day that I had to go and take a breather. When I would prepare onions and it would burn the hell out of my eyes. When I prepared lettuce on many a day and grew to hate the “green” scent it had when it got cut (Thank God that will soon be over).

This experience has taught a few lessons, some of which I had knowledge of, but through this job, I’ve been able to experience them on a practical level. I will just mention a few of them as they will be discussed in detail in my final blog entry. It has taught me :

  1. You can do anything you put your mind to.
  2. Think more about others.
  3. Practice makes perfect.
  4. Be grateful for what you have.
  5. Nothing can keep you away from what you really want.

At the end of this week, I will sum up my BK experience, discuss the lessons learnt and why I would recommend doing a summer job at any fast food restaurant.

Thanks for reading.

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BK Chronicles: Just Take a Breather 3/08/15

Monday was not a good day. Not a good day at all. First, I left home early to get a hair cut. When I got to the barber, he was not there. I gave him a call and he said he was on his way — he arrived about an half hour later. By that time I had to head to work, so I did.

Got to work, did what I had to and went to the kitchen to pan out bacon. I was soon called away from that to prepare tomatoes because they had none under the board and what was on the board was almost finished. While preparing tomatoes, I was constantly being called to drop fries, chicken, burger and whopper patties, to refill the fries dispenser and to restock the meat wells. It was very hectic.

My co-worker (the one who I think is crushing on me) would usually be there to assist in those tasks, but she was doing something else, so I was left all alone. Alone to do all that work.

It was finally break and I must I say I was relieved. Forty-five minutes of freedom. Forty-five minutes to rest my feet. Yes, we only get 45 minutess for break. My lunch mate had lunch at an earlier time so I was alone again, but this time I didn’t mind. As usual when you are enjoying something, it seems to go by faster than you realize. My break was over. In anguish I climbed down the stairs back into the kitchen area, emptied my tray, put it by the sink, then went to wash my hands.

It was about after 1 to 2 there about. I don’t quite remember. What I do remember is that it was the lunch hour rush. I went to help out at the board, as well as to man the frying stations. Orders were ringing up like crazy and so were the requests for meats and items for the board. This is where my day got a worse.

When I was taking out the fish out of the fryer, it broke off. When I was making a sandwich the bread broke. When I went to the refrigerator to take out whoppers, the bottom of the two bags ripped open, so I had to get freezer bags to put them in. When I was putting the whoppers into the broiler, they overlapped and ended up not being cooked properly. In that very moment, I could just die.

Everything was going counter to what I wanted. I was annoyed and completely flustered. I could even tell that my co-worker who was stationed at the board was not pleased by disagreeable the look on her face.

There is a saying that goes “if you can’t take the heat, then get out of the kitchen” and that’s exactly what I did. I got out of there. I went upstairs and went to the bathroom. I had to take a breather. I calmed myself down and in the short period of 3 minutes I was back at it again, but with a positive attitude.

With a change of attitude the time went by quite quickly and soon it was time to go home. An explosion of joy of enormous proportions went off inside my body. My worse day on the job was now over. I was now free. Free from the oppression of the broiler and the fryers;free from the confines of the BK kitchen…for now.

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BK Chronicles: Cleaning Day! 2/08/15

I got the Saturday off and so I went into work that beautiful Sunday morning. I went very early because my internet at home wasn’t working and I wanted to use their WI-FI. I wanted to catch up on what was happening in social media because I felt so very left out.

When I arrived at work, I did the usual thing of changing, washing my hands and then reporting to the manager’s office. I asked the supervisor what my duty was and she went in to tell me that Sunday is cleaning day and that she would tell me what do soon.

In the meanwhile, I was given a pan of tomatoes to prep. I’d rather prepare tomatoes any day than the green smelling lettuce. I just hate the smell.

Soon the supervisor came back to me with my duties. I had the lovely task of cleaning all stainless steel things in the kitchen. That included the top of the fryers, the broiler, the hand sinks, the board and the refrigerator.

Before getting to my duty, I decided to wash all the things in the sink, which took a considerable amount of time to do. When I went on to my duties, I took a much shorter period of time to complete them.

It was now 4 o’clock and the night shift was now arriving to do their cleaning duties. I was helping out a co-worker to man the board, but soon she abandoned me.

For most of the day, there were very few orders, but as soon as I was left alone at the board, the orders started ringing up like crazy. I was so flustered, so confused, but I managed. And not only that, it was sort of a crash course for learning the sandwich recipes and now I can say I know how to make most of the sandwiches for the specialty board.

Today was a great learning experience, I finally feel like I’m getting the hang of it.

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BK Chronicles: Kitchen Work Ain’t Easy 31/7/15

Can you believe it? I sure can’t. One week down, three to go. I am tired and worn, my legs are fatigued, my hands feel battered and my back is in pain. If at any time I doubted how tedious kitchen work is, then I was totally wrong.

I ran late this morning. Arrived just before nine. My manager noticed. You can just imagine how that panned out when I went to her office.
The day’s activities were typical: prepping vegetables, manning the fryers — the works. I was tired. Felt like I was having an out of body experience.

I had to prep 30 lbs of lettuce today. I truly hate the scent that emanates from it after it’s cut. No matter how many times I wash my hands, I can still smell it on them– all the greenery. It smells like you just cut your lawn and rain fell right after. Very green.

It was break time and this day was different. Why? Because I had lunch alone. My trusty co-worker had a later shift than I did and so had break at a later time. I really missed her company.

Break was now over. I grabbed the broom and proceeded to sweep the kitchen area. After which I got the mop and mopped the area.

When I was done doing that, I went in to my usual task of manning the fryers.

Soon my time was over and I rushed out of there, wanting to go home to get some well-needed, well-deserved rest.