Month: August 2017

The story was one that a newscaster relates with a knowing smirk and the slightest wink, as if trying to subtly dislodge a gnat stuck under an eyelid, yet what he said terrified me that night and the next day. The reds and greens of the early ‘70s color TV, slightly off and slightly too intense no matter how often… Continue reading "bigfoot heading my way by Carter Meland"

editor’s note:  In in the hospitality industry creepy customers can be common. Uncommon is a boss who defends a worker’s right to be treated decently. Goes to show the customer is not always right. In my early 20’s after living a private school ivory tower childhood I arrived at a point in my life when my dream job was to… Continue reading "Boss Does the Right Thing by Katerina Beaverhausen"

That’s not my story but it makes a good title, right? I did read an article about the practice of undocumented Chinese cooks working subjugated to restaurant owners. They work for low wages in order to pay back employment brokers who arranged their jobs. Because of their undocumented status they are exploited. Indentured workers may be why your Fried Rice… Continue reading "Help! I’m being held prisoner in a Chinese Restaurant!"

Hotel Busboy Blues      In my junior year of high school, I moved up in the world of work. A friend, and a friend connection seems to be the best way to get a job, hooked me up with a gig as busboy in the fancy restaurant on the top floor of Stouffers Hotel.  The hotel was kind of a… Continue reading "“May I clear your plate, sir?”"

Everybody belongs to the world of work … Real Job Stories … Everybody has one! Whats yours? The experiences you’ve had on the job, you can’t make this stuff up. The mission of realjobstories.com is to celebrate the colorful tapestry of life that is the world of work and share real job stories. Submission guidelines: Send submissions as attachments to:  realjobstories123@gmail.com… Continue reading "Real Job Stories! What’s yours?"

I was a teenage Fried Chicken Cook You do remember the 70’s don’t you? Smell is supposed to the most primal of the senses. For me a cerebral sensation from that decade is the sweet smell of golden fresh fried chicken rising up on a hydraulic lift from the depths of an industrial pressurized deep fryer. The smell, and anyone… Continue reading "I was a teenage Fried Chicken Cook"