Confessions
of a Sandwich Artist
By Kayla
Dvorak
Once upon a time, I worked at the
local Subway. For the first two weeks I could barely cut the bread. After about
seven months, though, I became kind of a sandwich stud. (Just kidding.) I did
have the job figured out fairly well, though. Working there for seven months
was quite an experience, so since I no longer work there I’ll share with you my
favorite and least favorite aspects of Subway.
Positives:
Free Sandwiches
Every single time you work a shift, even if you have a split
shift, you get free food. You can either get a free footlong or a free six inch
and your choice of chips or two cookies. It is wonderful.
Comfy Pants
Other than the obvious “don’t wear ratty or revealing clothing
to work” rule, I believe the only rule was that our footwear had to be
closed-toe and our pants had to be black or khaki. Do you know what that means?
That means I wore comfy yoga pants to work every day. Oh, yoga pants are too
revealing, you say? No. I was issued a medium shirt that covered my behind,
therefore, my butt was never visible.
Nice Coworkers
Most of my friends and family will roll their eyes at this
positive aspect, because I worked there with my best friend. Aside from her,
though, my coworkers were generally tolerable.
Coworkers Who Were Willing to Switch Shifts
Self-explanatory, really.
Short Shifts
It wasn’t until the last few month that I was considered a
professional around there, so I wasn’t given very long shifts. However, I
worked quite a few shifts. The hours added up nicely without me having to spend
long stretches of time there.
Not Minimum Wage
Subway is the only place I’ve ever worked where I was paid
more than $7.25 an hour, and I’ve got to say, it was rewarding.
Negatives:
Bread Smell EVERYWHERE.
It was in my clothes, in my car, in my house. The smell of
fresh subs never left my hair. My last day was in the first week of August and
I feel like my hair still reeks.
Annoying Customers
I’m not trying to stereotype the elderly of Concordia as
clueless when it comes to technology, but man oh man did some of them have
issues with our new drive thru. Some would press the speaker and shout at us, “Your
drive thru is not working. There is no ham on there.” Umm, yes, there is a ham
option on there. You just have yet to find it. Stop yelling at me.
Okay, new stereotypical customer. The, “Add bacon, guacamole,
extra cheese, double meat, oh and everything else you have.” These people also
had a habit of complaining when I rang up their $15 masterpiece of a sandwich.
There’s the good ole, “Oh, I see that you’ve already put
together my sandwich, piled it with veggies, drenched it in sauce, and wrapped
it…..but could I add guacamole?” NO.
Little known fact: as you punch in your order on the drive
thru, we’re making your food. So, when you ask for a Footlong BMT on Honey Oat,
then change your mind- after we’ve added all of your veggies AND the extra mayo
you requested- and ask for Italian bread instead, you’re being annoying.
Now, you would not believe the amount of people who come
through the drive thru and place an order for a Cold Cut Combo salad, just to
delete the entire thing because they meant sandwich.
Free Sandwiches
I’m a very picky eater. Up until the time I started working
at Subway, the only sandwich I ever ordered was a Footlong Spicy Italian on
Italian bread, with American cheese, no veggies and no sauce. I occasionally
asked for a cup of black olives on the side. After about my first month of work
there, I would also eat turkey sandwiches. Then I added turkey salads and BLTs
on Flatbread to my small menu. As you can guess, I quickly grew tired of all my
options. The idea of a turkey sandwich from Subway is nauseating at this point.
I’m going to give it a year, and if by then Subway doesn’t become appealing
again, I’m going to blacklist the entire restaurant chain.
The Actual Act of Making Sandwiches for a Living
It just kind of made me feel dumb when I thought about it. I
would be sitting on my couch watching Grey’s
Anatomy, and I would realize I had to be to work in three minutes. Which-
in case you control freaks out there are concerned about how irresponsible I
am- wasn’t a big deal because I live a block away from Subway. I would get up
from my couch and head for the door, so sad that I was going to work and I
would think- wait, what’s your problem, Kayla? People are getting shot at or
working construction somewhere, and you’re annoyed that you have to go make a
couple sandwiches? Get it together. In all fairness, though, knowing that other
people had more unpleasant jobs than I did definitely didn’t make my job any
more desirable.