Thursday, November 20, 2008
I worked at a place for a year where I had to wear a beret. Worst job I ever had, and that includes the ski rental shop where I adjusted bindings from 6a.m. until 9a.m. on Saturdays and Sundays during my freshman year of college. At least I only did that for a week. At the beret job they made you wear a chef's jacket, which could have looked kind of cool, but they only came in sizes big enough for our tent-shaped chef so we all ended up looking like French orphans. After my beret job, I decided that I wouldn't take another job where someone made me wear a hat. I arrived at that decision after the place put a hotdog stand out front and made the hotdog vendor wear a hat that looked like a hotdog with "the works." The manager at the beret place was really unhealthy, and she's one of the few people in this world I absolutely cannot stand to be around. When we worked alone at night I would think, "You better hope you don't have a heart attack on this shift lady, because there's no way I'm calling 911." Ha!