When I worked in fast food for minimum wage, they would yell at us and lecture us about “stealing” fries and burgers (while we had to throw out TONS of food every day) as though the giant billion-dollar corporations of McDonald’s and Sonic couldn’t afford to give their employees something to eat (while not even paying us a living wage).
Now I work at an upscale restaurant (it’s fancy, like celebrities eat there fairly often) and not only do I make WAY better money but they give us 2 free meals a day (eaten on the clock) and they’re GOOD. Today I got baked cod, spring rolls, rice pilaf, stir fry, and mashed potatoes and eggplant. Oh, and free espresso and juice. From this restaurant owned by a local man who is in no way a billionaire.
Obviously money is not the issue, valuing your employees as people is.
“I know I’m not easy to love. I’m a chronic over-thinker. I overreact more than I should…And every once in a while, I might be a little insecure. But if I am in love with you, I can promise you wholeheartedly that you will be loved with so much passion and intensity that you’ll forget what life felt like before I came along. You will always be cared for and you will always have someone in your corner. Maybe I’m not the best at being loved - But I like to think I’m pretty good at loving.”
“I GOT CRAMPS. IT’S MY TIME OF THE MONTH. I CAN’T STAND YOU, BITCH.
I GOT CRAMPS. IT’S MY TIME OF THE MONTH. I CAN’T TAKE YOU, BITCH! I GOT CRAMPS. IT’S MY TIME OF THE MONTH. I DON’T SEE YOU, BITCH!
I GOT CRAMPS. IT’S MY TIME OF THE MONTH. AYE, DON’T COME FOR ME, BITCH.
I GOT CRAMPS.
I GOT CRAMPS.
I GOT CRAMPS.
IT’S MY TIME OF THE MONTH, NOW. DON’T FUCK WIT ME… BITCH!”
