I have six weeks to kill before moving out to Pennsylvania. I need money. What is Utah State's 2008 Outstanding Graduating Senior in Biochemistry to do? Get a job at Little Caesar's Pizza, of course. Needless to say, I didn't see anyone I knew from school working there. Some of my co-workers include various immigrants, a guy that graduated from high school with my sister last month that keeps muttering under his breath, "I f*ing hate this place. Hate it with all my f*ing heart" and a guy who has several illegitimate children. My conversation with the last guy went like this:
"I have a child on the way."
Me: "Oh, cool."
"No way man. I knocked that f*ing b* up on the first night we got back together. I already have one kid with her, but I'm marrying someone else. They take the child support right out of my paycheck."
Me: "I see."
"Never knock a chick up, man."
Me: "I'm already married, so it's not as big of a deal if I do."
"That's good."
And it seems that there's always a big story when there is a food poisoning outbreak from fast food restaurants. With people like this preparing your food, I think the bigger story is that there aren't more. Stay tuned, I am sure there are more stories to come.
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