I recently landed a job at a local fast food restaurant. I of course did not want to

work, but my mum kept insisting and nagging me to get off my ass and make a living.

I live in a small town in Australia and I am surrounded by dense bush. This fast food

restaurant is very similar to McDonald's, as in it is a try through in sells burgers.

This particular restaurant has a bit of history to it, due to the local community not

wanting to get built for it being on some old site that the town held dear. I wasn't

sure what was there, because I had recently moved to the area, but all the signs and

protests were still carrying on, even though it had been 4 years since the store had opened.

After I started working, I was promptly trained in all the major areas, serving customers,

running the try through, flipping the patties and making a damn fine cup of coffee. I got

along with most of my co-workers and got a date with one of the cute ones. After working

for around a month, my store manager approached me and asked me if I was interested in working

the night shift, the most boring time of the night, where the store would be closed except

for dry through, and I would have to sell the store all night due to it not being a very

busy establishment. I gradually accepted, as I sort of needed the money to go with friends

and all that, so I was rusted to be put under the night shift the following week, last night.

Like any sane person, I slept before my shift. I had something to eat in a shower, before

down in the work clothing I had to wear for the next 9 hours. I hopped into my car and drove

the 10 minutes to my workplace and finally got out and stepped inside. The clothing staff

greeted me, before I jotted down my tasks and started getting to work. The list was the following.

Make the dining area spotless, mop the floor, check the stock of the kitchen and chip station.

There was the usual stuff really, plus the extra tasks of taking out the bins and cleaning

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