Dairy Queen is good for nothing except blizzards...

This months blog off topic is our first jobs.  

When I finally became 16 & got my drivers license & had freedom like I had never, ever know...mom drug me kicking & screaming to Dairy Queen to get a....a....a j-o-b.  GASP.  

I hated it there.  HATED IT.  The managers were dorks.  (All these years later now that I'm even cooler-I still know they were dorks...)  My job was to work the 'front line'. (That's fancy DQ talk for taking your order.)  We were never, ever allowed to not be busy.  If we didn't have customers, we were expected to be scurrying around filling the straw & napkin dispensers, re-filling ketchup, sweeping the dining room or emptying trash.  None of these things excite me.  Yawn...

This is a perfect example of the managers being dorks:  If you found a tray while taking out the trash, they made the biggest deal out of it.  Like it was the greatest thing since a Reese's blizzard.  Seriously...they were dorks.

Perhaps the worst part was making the stupid ice cream cones with the swirl on top.  Think that happens by chance?  Oh no, no, no people.  The super dorks at DQ want that swirl to be PER-FECT.  And guess who couldn't get that swirl right to save.her.life?  Me!  They even made me do the most degrading thing...it's almost unspeakable...but for you, I will re-live it...

When we were slow, they would force me at gunpoint have me make cones to practice my swirl.  THEN I would have to walk around the dining room asking the old people (because who else is at DQ during the work day?!) "Sir, I'm new & practicing making the legendary swirl on this stupid ass cone.  Since I currently have no other skills to get me through life & my swirl sucks therefore this cone can't be sold to the average consumer - would YOU like this cone?!"  Oh, the humanity...