We’ve all had our fair share of crappy first jobs, whether it be working long hours in retail, running around waiting on tables, or being a slave to the fast food industry. They all have their upsides and their downsides, but if you’ve ever been an employee at Subway, you know just what it’s like to live the #SandwichSlave lifestyle.
Bawling your eyes out while doing onions.
No, it's not a boy problem.
When you count the cash drawer at the end of the night and you're short $200.
Lol, whoops.
It’s the day crew vs. the night crew, and it will always be that way.
If the day crew left the place somewhat messy, the night crew uses it as their excuse for being behind. The night crew didn’t do all of their prep? The next morning’s employees are screwed.
The switch from the old system to the new POS.
“Can I have a six inch?” *begins cutting footlong in half* “I said I only wanted a six inch.”
WE. HAVE. TO. CUT. THEM. FIRST.
That feeling when you are forced to close early because you've completely run out of bread:
"Welcome to Subway, we have one six-inch wheat left."
“Would you like a six inch or footlong?” Customer: “What’s the difference?”
I can't.
Not being able to do anything with your friends after work because you totally reek of bread...
"I gotta go home and shower first."
The person who orders seven large meatball subs with every veggie and three sauces...
Can you not?
The amount of willpower it takes to not eat every cookie that you bake.
White chocolate chip macadamia nut....'nuff said.
