Ergh, maybe I won’t be going back to Subway.
I talked to the manager today and he said the only shift he could offer me was “six o’clock to midnight.” 😮 MIDNIGHT?! Luckily, there is a nightbus which runs every half-hour, but if I don’t get out of there in time, I might be better off just walking home. Even though this place is only seven blocks from my house, and I can walk there in fifteen or twenty minutes—but walking by myself, at midnight, is a prospect I really don’t look forward to.
Arrgh. Oh, and it’s on the weekends, which is something I wouldn’t be able to keep up during the school year, and my major goal is to find a job not just for the summer, but throughout the year as well.
Complicating the problem is that no one else has called back yet. Well, it’s more and more applying, I guess, a bit of calling, and–if I’m desperate–I guess I could take the job. :tensed: (Despite all I say, he did seem keen on hiring someone for that position.) I would really rather not, though, for more reasons than one.
The manager/owner has a very heavy East Indian accent. Or maybe my hearing’s just bad; in either case, I have a tough time understanding him sometimes.
There are washrooms, even though this Subway is even smaller than the last one I worked at. I kid you not. What you see is what you get in that place. Washrooms = me washing them. 😥
On the other hand, my memory is fairly good; I could rattle off (with hesitation) the formulas for several sandwiches. Unfortunately, when I made a sandwich (he wanted to see how much training I’d need) I forgot it was Tuesday and that there was a special. 🙁
He kept reiterating how “nothing much had changed.” I’ll say. Same touchscreen, same formulas… only one new bread, but they got rid of my favourite. Alas!