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."