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To the kids making minimum wage


To the kids working fast food. You have grease on your shoes, Making all of the food, and deal with managers in a bad mood. Take a deep breath you'll make it through. Yeas I know you dropped a milkshake in your shoe. The only thing keeping you going is the lack if money to pay for college. It will be worth it when you make threw. Dealing with rude customers, will always be an issue. You may even be trying to work two jobs, I know both of them hard But you're doing what you have to, Just remember you're trying to make your future possible to you. You're not meant to stay on staff for even like most of the older crew. Don't worry when costumers blame the issue on you, just no it's not your fault you just get paid minimum wage, Don't for get to put on a face, and always say thanks. Ignore the peopel who cuss at your face, or throw sexual sleers at your face. You'll make it out of this place. You're okay.
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