For the second assignment for today, I have been prompted to “write about [my] first job and what it taught [me].” Follow me to work, dearest reader. Follow me to the… frozen yogurt place
My first job — my current job, as of writing this — is at a very cool frozen yogurt shop. Very cold, honestly. Chilly, even.
(This is a photo of frozen yogurt for reference)
So far, one big thing I’ve learned is how to clean the yogurt machines. This is QUITE THE TASK, let me tell ya’. Here’s how it’s done…
- You drink all the frozen yogurt until the machine is empty
- You fill the machine with
spicyhot water - You drain the machine OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER until it is devoid of frogurt
- You sanitize the machine
- You take apart the machine and feed the hamsters inside (they turn the frocream in the frogurt machine)
- You leave the machine to be put back together by the gangrenous flimbobs (They are paid 20,000 an hour to reassemble the no-longer-cool machine (room temperature))
Why am I telling you the tricks of the trade? Well, let’s just say that when I become ultra-rich and light-bending, there will be a sharp rise in froygurt shops. They will be on every corner of every street, and each location will seat 4,000 people. It will be the greatest of undertakings, bringing that dream into reality, but it WILL be done. We WILL reopen the frozgurt mines of old.
Thanks for listening,
Signing off,
Eat after reading,
Freeze-burn after eating,
Mason
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