This Blog is all about transparency, if nothing else. We do not dodge the sometimes unseemly past or disconcerting realities of life. On that note, I will not deny that I worked at a certain fast food franchise in my senior year of High School. I will not deny that I still have friends in my circle who, likewise, once worked at this infamous drive-thru, popularly identified by its' clown head motif. I will not 'out' these people, but you know who you are Dennis, Tony, Marcel, and Jim!
It was an oddly fun place to work for the duration and a great training ground for anyone anticipating a career in the no-budget, quick- turnaround environs of TV production. We "raced" iced cubes on the grill; thrilled to the cacophony of spattering hot shortening; sent to dizzying heights tossing slices of cheese to the ceiling (where they stuck in a most viscerally satisfying way); marveled at the NUDE people who would drive through during wild Saturday night shifts; learned about various cultures from co-workers with exotic names like "Shaukat" and "Prakong". In short, it was the best time that could be had while stinking of grease.
original photos: Jim DeRosa