Despite the good
food, is the absolutely worst fucking place to work, in which the day you get canned (like I did) or quit, you'll be celebrating with tears of JOY.
WORD TO THE WISE, after making a blizzard, the collars get thrown in a dirty ass sink full of
water that has nasty ass soggy candy pieces and melted ice-cream from previous collars. The very same collars that are used again a second later and contaminate the ice cream with shitty disgusting
water.
Friend 1: "Yo, Jake! You know Bob got canned from Dairy Queen the other day?"
Friend 2: "No shizzle? Why?"
Friend 1: "Well, he told me his boss is a fat
douche who didn'
t even like him from the start, so he found some lame excuse saying he doesn'
t feel Bob is committed to his job, just to give him the
boot. Never seen Bob so happy in my life though."
Friend 2: "Daaaayaaamnnn that shit'
s nuts man."
Friend 1: "Word. I guess he was tired of cleaning shit off the toilet seats."