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."