“How pleased you are to flip away, Spongebob the Fry Cook. My name is PlankSoon… Of the Cooks of Destruction…” “Yeah… I guessed as much…” “Feasting on the insides of your patties? How easily you ignore the loss of profits when it suits your convenience. So tell me: Who saves the customers from the man who saves the customers?” “You’re the ones exploiting them… You take advantage of their juiciness… Of course they’d get hurt, when you use them as Meat Shields!” “Fry or be fried, Spongebob. Community College taught me that. Yes, you aren’t the only one to pay for schooling in the frying fields. Fast food is a cruel parent but an effective teacher. It’s final lesson is carved deep in my psyche: that this world, and all it’s people are hungry. Free coupons is a myth. The dollar menu is a joke. We are all underpaid, controlled by something greater: Management. The DNA of the workplace. They shape our workrate. They are the work culture - they are everything we pass on. Expose someone to fried food long enough, they will learn to fry. They become a carrier. Buns, lettuce, tomatoes... All ingredients, all passed along.” “How about ‘Full of shit’, is that an ingredient?” “You can’t fight formula, Spongebob. Vats fry, patties flip, and the customers feed upon unhealthy foods. Patrick tells me you see your spatula as a tool. Something that feeds customers - a means of justice. Now there’s a company slogan. Exquisite! It’s spared you the burden of all the patties you’ve cooked... absolved you of guilt when you enjoyed it. That is until the illusion was broken. Don’t be ashamed. It’s only fast food, running its course. You have no choices to make. Nothing to answer for. You can die with a perfect attendance…”
You're right... About me I mean. I knew something was, off... After Black Friday, I thought I could just walk off the fast food industry and into the normal life. But who am I kidding! *I was born to fry!!!*
