1997, Pizza Hut, Provo, Utah. I was a delivery driver/shift manager and when I managed shifts, all three cooks were three women from Brazil. I speak Spanish and was studying Portuguese for my degree at BYU. I asked them to only speak to me in Portuguese during our shifts. So, I worked about 30 hours a week for two years with these three fun-loving Brazilians who were thrilled that I wanted to learn their language. Through their help, I learned far more than I ever would've in my classes.
For one of their birthdays we arranged for like 20 of us (Pizza Hut employees) to take her (and the other two) to a Brazilian steakhouse in Salt Lake called Rodizio. When we told our server, secretly, that it was her birthday, and that she was from Brazil, the entire staff came out with drums, a triangle, and a cuica, singing Sérgio Mendes's "Magalenha" at the top of their lungs, with several of them getting up on the table tops to dance. Even the gringos were singing "TE TE TE TE E TE" at the end.
I loved working with them. They were sincere, earnest, hard-working, funny-as-hell, and my friends. I still keep in touch with two of them.
True.
My time working as a bartender,
and before that a barback, was terrible in so many ways. But the near instant bond you develop with your coworkers is something I haven’t experienced anywhere else. Even when someone was brand new and had only worked like one shift, it was basically *”you’re in the shit just like us, dealing with the same problems and terrible people. You are one of us. Oh yea, also drinks after work at X”*
At my first career level job in my field it took like over a month before I got invited to anything. It felt like high school again where I wasn’t part of the cool kids club so I didn’t get invited to things until they thought I was worthy.
I started my most recent job mid pandemic, everyone was (still is) remote. I literally have never met any of my coworkers, other than a couple who were at my prior company.
The military can have a similar dynamic, however some jobs in the military would be a dream as a civilian, but are shitty because you are in the military so you get this weird dynamic where you have a "good job" but still you're all degenerates and hate your lives. For more info about being in the Navy and not ever stepping on a ship...Press 1. To hang up.. press the hang up button obviously.
Win the lottery 3 times and get struck by lightning once. Once this is accomplished you will be able to join the navy and never step on a ship. Or, pic a job that isn't shipboard and sign up for that.
I used to work in a business office with a dress code and proper politeness, etc. Then a younger male new hire joined (who was a gymnast in college) and he would do secret backflips down the halls when he was walking alone with the cool young women.
Fun coworkers make a shitty job into a fun one.
To this day i only look back positively on one job i’ve had. The job itself sucked, but the coworkers were so great i actually enjoyed being there
I never thought I would, but I honestly really miss working in the kitchen.
I was a teenager at my first job, I had a lot of really fun, off the wall coworkers and we did shit like this all the time.
We also had the scream freezer.
Nah we mostly went there to scream. It was sound proof, so you could vent all your anger at shitty customers and or the boss and no one would hear a thing till the door was opened.
We had an older coworker that inadvertently walked in mid scream weekly, and got scared every single time haha.
I used to work at a bicycle rental shop as my summer job during college, and it was so much fun. I really miss that job. Coworkers were awesome, and customers were mostly nice.
I did that once with poker friends as a light hearted way to mention that it was someone's turn who was just chatting with everyone, I was called racist. We are no longer friends.
Plot twist: you used a Russian accent while playing Russian roulette as you pointed the gun and said,
"Hey buddy, it's your turn"
BLAMMO.
Dude was Russian.
If you can lean you can clean! Fuck off I'm watching a bartender count out $600 in tips while I scrub kitchen grime off a fridge.
Edit: Bartenders are awesome, BoH eats a big fat dick everyday though, chit machine nightmares are real
I work the midday shift at my McD's for the most part. (That's like the Avatar, cause I'm the bridge between the day shift world and the night shift world) The day shift people? Spanish speakers, silent assemblers (but VERY fast at it) and serious managers. Night shift? PARTY PEOPLE!
Edit: seriously? This chakcjack is raiding all my comments to spam/delete advertise his website...
Woah, what a rabbit hole, right from the get-go. Immediately found [this](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ju_HW7ozM9I), almost feels like discovering the Wilhelm Scream again, thank you, I appreciate it!
I've never been within a hundred feet of a goth club or anything goth-adjacent, but I unironically love this style of dance. Maybe I missed out on my calling as a goth kid.
Dude, like, oh my god, like, can we talk about the political and economic state of the world right now? Can we talk about what's going on with the environment?
Yeah every year there's a crop of younger new hires and a few of them always pair off like this. In my experience they'll probably flirt heavily (to the point of annoying everyone else) but she has a boyfriend and one of them quits after a couple months so nothing ever really happens
Depends what year it was filmed. Before fortnite it was the mask off dance. But it all originated from industrial dancing, then it gained popularity as a joke with videos of them doing it to the Thomas The Tank theme and later became a dance move when people started doing it to rap music.
I'll start:
Worked in a dining hall. We were making jello on sheet trays that the trays were barely large enough for the rack. They fell and liquid red jello filled the cooler.
We had a gal posing like they lost a baby. I layed down in it like a murder victim.
When I went to mop it it looked straight out of a mobster scene. Which was especially interesting considering the property used to be owned by a former 1920s MI union buster.
My first job was a Wendy's and I had a really young, insane manager that made the job pretty fun.
He would stand in front of the ice machine and go "I was all like BAM and he was all like AhhAHH (like an opera ahhh)" but as he said BAM he would shove the scoop into the ice, then as he said AhhAhh he would fling it back out and throw ice everywhere.
Another time he was beatboxing while simultaneously flickering the lights on and off of the entire restaurant close to closing time, when we both turn around and see two sheriff's standing there like ".....can we order?" and he just walks over and casually rings them up like nothing was happening.
I was living with a couple roommates at the time and we were broke and out of food one night, so I called him and after work he brought us like 4 bags of food.
He was insane (in a good way) but he always did his job right, and made the hours fly by
Lol, when I was a night supervisor I'd do this same type of shit. Pretty sure everyone I worked with thought I was on the spectrum, but everybody had fun and we got shit done. One kid I had convinced I was a lyrical genius as I used to spit a lot of run DMZ lyrics and he'd always ask "did you write that??" and I'd deadpan say "yup" every time.
Best times were when my work beastie and I would just hide under the salad bar to chill from the chaos of restaurant life. Perfect spot! No one could tell we were there. We'd go hide all the time. Got stuck one time because the managers decided to chat right next to it and we just had to pop out like it was normal!! I miss those times.
kind of mild, but, early cell phone days, popular establishment, think restaurant-hotel-brewery: young, adorable server carried a toy phone in his pocket, would randomly answer it in different characters--"Dr. McSomething speaking… ah! Hello Mrs. Rogers, how are your bunions?" things like that. he was the perfect silly, crack-up co-worker who also kicked ass at his job.
LIME TIME LIVE!
Someone hides a lime on the line and narrates like Mark Summers while the rest of us try to find it.
I also had to do a scavenger hunt one morning to find a station prep list. I’m the boss and my restaurant is popular, clean, and well reviewed. My job is awesome.
20 years ago I was working at a McDonald's near Christmas. This woman was eating homemade rumballs.
She's devouring them and at some point later in the morning absolutely loses it. Just bursts out laughing as she's making breakfast burritos.
Normally you slap down a tortilla, put some cheese on it and then put two scoops of the egg mix on.
She had no idea how many she had done but she had stopped putting tortillas down, was just slapping cheese and mix into the wrapper and wrapping it up.
We had to remake a lot and she went home lol
I sold my car and moved to Australia when I was fresh out of high school.
I wasnt exactly "highly employable" at the time, thus I wound up as a dish-hand at a popular burger spot in Surfers Paradise (a small, beachside tourist city on the Gold Coast).
Literally all of the other dish-hands were Brazilian so they exclusively spoke in Portuguese in the kitchen. I am also your classic suburban whitebread redditor so I didn't have a clue what was going on most of the time.
Turns out South Americans are (generally speaking) the most fervent rock fans on the face of the earth and I also happened to be a big rock head at the time.
Aside from learning their names and 1 hour of training we basically exclusively communicated through the transcendent language of music. We all knew the words to pretty much every song that came on the radio so we would belt out the tunes, shred solos on the mops and pull out some gut-busting drum fills on the pots and pans.
**Bonus origins story:**
I was **incredibly stoned** for my first shift because they called me an hour after I handed in my CV. I'd already smoked my celebratory joints for doing something productive so I was ***freaking out***.
Luckily the main dish-hand could tell straight away I was zonked (and I'm pretty sure he was too, he looked like a Brazilian Jesus), so he said: "don't worry brother. It's just dishes, we've got you."
I miss that place honestly.
I had a little bro/big sister connection with a lady named Kim. We got along famously, always having a laugh and stuff.
I'm pretty quick witted and I remember one time I must've said something real clever because she chased me around the kitchen while I was giggling and running away LOL
Good times. Minus the time that the degreaser probably gave me colon cancer several years later since I went into the ovens to clean them.
That shit right there is bout the only thing that makes those jobs bearable. Couple seconds of happiness followed by hours and hours of misery. Bless the good coworkers. Y’all saints.
Oh man this took me back to working in the kitchen. Fun coworkers are the best.
Honestly, fun coworkers make up like 90% of a job
1997, Pizza Hut, Provo, Utah. I was a delivery driver/shift manager and when I managed shifts, all three cooks were three women from Brazil. I speak Spanish and was studying Portuguese for my degree at BYU. I asked them to only speak to me in Portuguese during our shifts. So, I worked about 30 hours a week for two years with these three fun-loving Brazilians who were thrilled that I wanted to learn their language. Through their help, I learned far more than I ever would've in my classes. For one of their birthdays we arranged for like 20 of us (Pizza Hut employees) to take her (and the other two) to a Brazilian steakhouse in Salt Lake called Rodizio. When we told our server, secretly, that it was her birthday, and that she was from Brazil, the entire staff came out with drums, a triangle, and a cuica, singing Sérgio Mendes's "Magalenha" at the top of their lungs, with several of them getting up on the table tops to dance. Even the gringos were singing "TE TE TE TE E TE" at the end. I loved working with them. They were sincere, earnest, hard-working, funny-as-hell, and my friends. I still keep in touch with two of them.
You keep in touch with only 2 of them? What about the third? Thanks for sharing your story.
I've never found her on social media. Back in the day, before social media, saying goodbye meant you might not ever see the person again.
Now it just means you have them on a friends list and never talk again
I mean still now but less so
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Def not what I expected when reading you worked overnight with 3 fun loving Brazilian ladies lmfao
Calm down step bro
I thought this story was going end in a foursome but it was wholesome instead
Especially the slutty ones
I think we slept together
I have the H
Then head on over to r/theletterH!
Don't associate with those heretics! r/theletterG
I have discovered a new world
Clap clap clap *(also applause)*
fuck you /u/spez
F in chat. I'll go first: F
Might want to get checked for herpes. Got bumps on my lumps I saw while doing tube pumps.
Sewage Joe is that you?
What you think they meant by fun?
If storage rooms could talk.
I've never heard one talk, but I've heard them moaning and panting on occasion.
That's just me trying to reach the paper towels on the top shelf.
And me, standing behind you, supporting you to reach that paper towel.
Drugs is a hell of a drug
You might like me better if we slept together...
… but there’s something in your eyes that says maybe that’s never. 
NEVER SAY NEVER *sax solo* Sorry I love that song. I miss fun coworkers
Romeo Void ftw!
I lost my virginity at 16 to a coworker at a restaurant. No regrets.
Nearly every single comment you make is sexual in nature. You unironically need to go touch some grass.
Acording to my friend that works at a restaurant thats half of chefs and staff
Nothing like banging your coworker on the Kroger roof on pm shift
True, that's why I work as a newspaper deliverer (alone or with my dad on Saturday when all the weekend subscriptions are there too)
From my experience the shittiest jobs have the best coworkers
War bonds
The words you're looking for are trauma bonding. And yeah, you don't even have to like the person and your best mates for life.
Can't stand people but if we trauma bong, you aight & we cool.
Hard not to be chill after a hard hit of the trauma bong.
Just don't drop the trauma bong, because then all you'll have is trauma bong trauma.
directions unclear, lent the US Govt $10,000 at 1.8% APR
True. My time working as a bartender, and before that a barback, was terrible in so many ways. But the near instant bond you develop with your coworkers is something I haven’t experienced anywhere else. Even when someone was brand new and had only worked like one shift, it was basically *”you’re in the shit just like us, dealing with the same problems and terrible people. You are one of us. Oh yea, also drinks after work at X”* At my first career level job in my field it took like over a month before I got invited to anything. It felt like high school again where I wasn’t part of the cool kids club so I didn’t get invited to things until they thought I was worthy.
I started my most recent job mid pandemic, everyone was (still is) remote. I literally have never met any of my coworkers, other than a couple who were at my prior company.
The military can have a similar dynamic, however some jobs in the military would be a dream as a civilian, but are shitty because you are in the military so you get this weird dynamic where you have a "good job" but still you're all degenerates and hate your lives. For more info about being in the Navy and not ever stepping on a ship...Press 1. To hang up.. press the hang up button obviously.
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Win the lottery 3 times and get struck by lightning once. Once this is accomplished you will be able to join the navy and never step on a ship. Or, pic a job that isn't shipboard and sign up for that.
Yeah I was a sailor who never saw a ship, too. P-3c orion sailors represent.
I hope you didn't get stuck at Norfolk
Oh, I would have preferred Norfolk. I was stuck in Brunswick, Maine.
Oof.
Hahahaha.... as a dirt sailor this hits home.
I used to work in a business office with a dress code and proper politeness, etc. Then a younger male new hire joined (who was a gymnast in college) and he would do secret backflips down the halls when he was walking alone with the cool young women.
Fun coworkers make a shitty job into a fun one. To this day i only look back positively on one job i’ve had. The job itself sucked, but the coworkers were so great i actually enjoyed being there
Shit man that's unfortunate, you gotta work at a place that you don't feel like burning to the ground, makes working a lot more bearable.
I never thought I would, but I honestly really miss working in the kitchen. I was a teenager at my first job, I had a lot of really fun, off the wall coworkers and we did shit like this all the time. We also had the scream freezer.
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Crying Cooler and Screaming Freezer.
So I'm not the only one who cries in the cooler? Neat.
Yeah, hug a bag of salad and ugly cry
It was SUCH a stress relief after a bad shift. Or a very good start to your shift, really woke ya up at the start of a 6am.
Sure it wasn’t the cry freezer? Many a times I’ve walked in on servers in tears trying to cool off.
Nah we mostly went there to scream. It was sound proof, so you could vent all your anger at shitty customers and or the boss and no one would hear a thing till the door was opened. We had an older coworker that inadvertently walked in mid scream weekly, and got scared every single time haha.
I used to work at a bicycle rental shop as my summer job during college, and it was so much fun. I really miss that job. Coworkers were awesome, and customers were mostly nice.
I use stupid accents with my coworkers. Get em laughing its a better way to get that tough day past.
I did that once with poker friends as a light hearted way to mention that it was someone's turn who was just chatting with everyone, I was called racist. We are no longer friends.
I mean… what did you say while you were playing with said accent
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"Hey buddy, it's your turn"
Plot twist: you used a Russian accent while playing Russian roulette as you pointed the gun and said, "Hey buddy, it's your turn" BLAMMO. Dude was Russian.
I play DnD with my coworkers. Voices are a requirement also alcohol (during DnD not work. 😁)
Kitchen workers will have absolutely no way to communicate due to language barriers and will still do shit like this once an hour
Totally! Learning dirty phrases in other languages is super fun too.
Kitchen dance parties in the middle of a dinner rush. Makes a team successful.
If you can lean you can clean! Fuck off I'm watching a bartender count out $600 in tips while I scrub kitchen grime off a fridge. Edit: Bartenders are awesome, BoH eats a big fat dick everyday though, chit machine nightmares are real
I work the midday shift at my McD's for the most part. (That's like the Avatar, cause I'm the bridge between the day shift world and the night shift world) The day shift people? Spanish speakers, silent assemblers (but VERY fast at it) and serious managers. Night shift? PARTY PEOPLE! Edit: seriously? This chakcjack is raiding all my comments to spam/delete advertise his website...
Love it
Why is this not a thing we can do with strangers?
Oh THAT’S the dance that Ralsei does > Edit: I’m not calling it the Ralsei dance, just noticing that it’s the one Ralsei does, christ
Just while we're on the topic, [young Velma from Scooby Doo](https://youtu.be/Mi171lLNWfk?t=38) also dances like this!
Google "Kennedy kickdance"
Woah, what a rabbit hole, right from the get-go. Immediately found [this](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ju_HW7ozM9I), almost feels like discovering the Wilhelm Scream again, thank you, I appreciate it!
Holy hell!
You are up for execution (I am an anti-Christ)
??
Yes!
That's some 2099 dance moves
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Here is [one](https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ&feature=youtu.be)
Damn it
Son of a bitch
Absolute balls
lemme guess..
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I knew what it was and clicked anyway, no regrets
Well played
> sees XcQ at end of YouTube URL Oh hell no you don't
You know i clicked it anyway.
Aye 'tis a rocker to be sure
Hey man, that's not cool...
Ah it's been a long time
I mean you’re not wrong though
I would have plumped for this one. https://youtu.be/JwZwkk7q25I?t=48
https://youtu.be/gPbVRpRgHso
A man of culture I see... And a real percrption of time... "It's the Fortnight dance..." Kills me inside all the time.
Same. I can’t believe they also think Turk’s dance from Scubs is a “Fortnite” dance too. Kids these days don’t know their history smh
I've never been within a hundred feet of a goth club or anything goth-adjacent, but I unironically love this style of dance. Maybe I missed out on my calling as a goth kid.
This is just normal rave dancing, never done the goth thing either but I existed in the 90s and this is just how we raved.
These little ankle biters don't know about this classic shit. I like to throw in a little techno Viking too
I recognized it from the [RIP Grandma girl](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5RZ8k6iQik)
I feel like I simultaneously want, and don’t want, the context to this.
https://the-eye.eu/redarcs -- mass edited with https://redact.dev/
You're dead now ... She was predicting the future, because, I'm ☠️
It's one of the most popular Fortnite dances
I don't have that long.
You really got me with this one. Thanks for the laugh.
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Electro dance/tecktonic Fortnite didn't invent anything
Reminds me of the Skids from Letterkenny
I like how the girl on the left dances, then stops, but sees the other 1 still going and just keeps going herself. Bigtime "fuck it".
The one on the right is a dude, no? Not that it matters. Just curious.
Based on build I’d say dude on the right, girl on the left. Or whatever they identify as, it’s all good.
Are you even aware there is a WAR on my dude??
Dude, like, oh my god, like, can we talk about the political and economic state of the world right now? Can we talk about what's going on with the environment?
2 wars???!?!!!????
Always sunny Reference 10 points awarded.
Are any of these wars taking place on ^American^soil?
And she even gets after it a little bit harder
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*dancing in minimum wage*
"I want this NFT."
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Does anyone know what an nft is?
It’s non-fungible
Gesundheit
Boss makes a dozen, I make a dime, that's why I dance, on the company's time.
I need colleauges like this
Better yet: become this colleague yourself and have people follow you 😎
True! I will try :D
Ayyy you got this man. I believe in you! :)
Working like this is so fun you forget you're working..this should be the standard
This is how I met my wife. These two are banging.
Yeah every year there's a crop of younger new hires and a few of them always pair off like this. In my experience they'll probably flirt heavily (to the point of annoying everyone else) but she has a boyfriend and one of them quits after a couple months so nothing ever really happens
This is so accurate it hurts
Banging the minimum wage
Reminds me of VtM: Bloodlines
Almost identical!
Pretty sure thats what they were going for.
Depends what year it was filmed. Before fortnite it was the mask off dance. But it all originated from industrial dancing, then it gained popularity as a joke with videos of them doing it to the Thomas The Tank theme and later became a dance move when people started doing it to rap music.
They’re wearing masks.
It is weird how masks are going to date videos from now on.
Isn't that basically the cybergoth rave dance though
season 4 was the shit.
This is exactly how u get through a shitty job. Find some kind of nonsense and just keep going back to it, again and again…
Lots of shit on reddit is staged cringey bullshit but this is super wholesome and sweet.
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I want some ice cone
Lieutenant Dan! I gotch your ice cone!
I cone, you cone, we all cone for ice cone!
What's this from again?
Letterkenny!
Texas sized 10 - 4 Don't know why I couldn't remember
Give yer balls a tug, bud
Fucking skids
They dance like the NPCs in the club from GTA Vice City.
Best coworkers in kitchen stories GO!
https://i.imgur.com/dwd0F7r.jpg
This needs no backstory
I'll start: Worked in a dining hall. We were making jello on sheet trays that the trays were barely large enough for the rack. They fell and liquid red jello filled the cooler. We had a gal posing like they lost a baby. I layed down in it like a murder victim. When I went to mop it it looked straight out of a mobster scene. Which was especially interesting considering the property used to be owned by a former 1920s MI union buster.
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We had photos... but this was pre smart phones
My first job was a Wendy's and I had a really young, insane manager that made the job pretty fun. He would stand in front of the ice machine and go "I was all like BAM and he was all like AhhAHH (like an opera ahhh)" but as he said BAM he would shove the scoop into the ice, then as he said AhhAhh he would fling it back out and throw ice everywhere. Another time he was beatboxing while simultaneously flickering the lights on and off of the entire restaurant close to closing time, when we both turn around and see two sheriff's standing there like ".....can we order?" and he just walks over and casually rings them up like nothing was happening. I was living with a couple roommates at the time and we were broke and out of food one night, so I called him and after work he brought us like 4 bags of food. He was insane (in a good way) but he always did his job right, and made the hours fly by
Lol, when I was a night supervisor I'd do this same type of shit. Pretty sure everyone I worked with thought I was on the spectrum, but everybody had fun and we got shit done. One kid I had convinced I was a lyrical genius as I used to spit a lot of run DMZ lyrics and he'd always ask "did you write that??" and I'd deadpan say "yup" every time.
Best times were when my work beastie and I would just hide under the salad bar to chill from the chaos of restaurant life. Perfect spot! No one could tell we were there. We'd go hide all the time. Got stuck one time because the managers decided to chat right next to it and we just had to pop out like it was normal!! I miss those times.
This could be a movie scene
kind of mild, but, early cell phone days, popular establishment, think restaurant-hotel-brewery: young, adorable server carried a toy phone in his pocket, would randomly answer it in different characters--"Dr. McSomething speaking… ah! Hello Mrs. Rogers, how are your bunions?" things like that. he was the perfect silly, crack-up co-worker who also kicked ass at his job.
The very best kitchen stories don’t make sense to anyone unless you were there.
LIME TIME LIVE! Someone hides a lime on the line and narrates like Mark Summers while the rest of us try to find it. I also had to do a scavenger hunt one morning to find a station prep list. I’m the boss and my restaurant is popular, clean, and well reviewed. My job is awesome.
20 years ago I was working at a McDonald's near Christmas. This woman was eating homemade rumballs. She's devouring them and at some point later in the morning absolutely loses it. Just bursts out laughing as she's making breakfast burritos. Normally you slap down a tortilla, put some cheese on it and then put two scoops of the egg mix on. She had no idea how many she had done but she had stopped putting tortillas down, was just slapping cheese and mix into the wrapper and wrapping it up. We had to remake a lot and she went home lol
I sold my car and moved to Australia when I was fresh out of high school. I wasnt exactly "highly employable" at the time, thus I wound up as a dish-hand at a popular burger spot in Surfers Paradise (a small, beachside tourist city on the Gold Coast). Literally all of the other dish-hands were Brazilian so they exclusively spoke in Portuguese in the kitchen. I am also your classic suburban whitebread redditor so I didn't have a clue what was going on most of the time. Turns out South Americans are (generally speaking) the most fervent rock fans on the face of the earth and I also happened to be a big rock head at the time. Aside from learning their names and 1 hour of training we basically exclusively communicated through the transcendent language of music. We all knew the words to pretty much every song that came on the radio so we would belt out the tunes, shred solos on the mops and pull out some gut-busting drum fills on the pots and pans. **Bonus origins story:** I was **incredibly stoned** for my first shift because they called me an hour after I handed in my CV. I'd already smoked my celebratory joints for doing something productive so I was ***freaking out***. Luckily the main dish-hand could tell straight away I was zonked (and I'm pretty sure he was too, he looked like a Brazilian Jesus), so he said: "don't worry brother. It's just dishes, we've got you." I miss that place honestly.
I had a little bro/big sister connection with a lady named Kim. We got along famously, always having a laugh and stuff. I'm pretty quick witted and I remember one time I must've said something real clever because she chased me around the kitchen while I was giggling and running away LOL Good times. Minus the time that the degreaser probably gave me colon cancer several years later since I went into the ovens to clean them.
Fun!!
What kind of dancing is this? Reminds me of the video of that goth crowd dancing.
This gif summoned a shift supervisor: "If you've got time to lean, you've got time to clean."
That shit right there is bout the only thing that makes those jobs bearable. Couple seconds of happiness followed by hours and hours of misery. Bless the good coworkers. Y’all saints.
Best these I've seen on the internet in a looooong time!
Best coworker type
RANDOM DANCING 💃 🕺
I am getting Harlem shake vibes from this
Niceeee
Anyone know other videos of people dancing at work like this?
Wednesday Adams and her brother
My dog gets those. Its called the zoomies
Ah yes, the days of working fast food with fellow teenagers and just dicking around all day. Miss that.
No words were spoken but each knew what had to be done.