I juggled a couple of ideas, and wound up ditching what I had written this morning in favor of an idea revolving around my time working at a fast food chain for a few summers.
I haven't really thought about it since I left, but my good god, that place was awful. The management was ridiculous, the owners were verbally abusive and misreported important details, and occasionally changed the hours on our time cards. The conditions were terrible, it was infested with mice and ants and roaches, and the workers were scary as fuck (although by the end of it we were all good buds and one woman cried to see me go).
The place was closed down due to the business going under, but it should have been shut down years ago due to how utterly shitty the place was and how poorly it was run.
Anyway it's kind of a trip to be writing about my experiences years later, and realizing I genuinely kinda miss some of the people I worked with, and wonder where they are now, now that the restaurant was shut down.
Are teachers still going to make you write stupid fucking memoirs when you get into higher education? I absolutely vehemently detest that assignment whenever it bares its insipid hide. No matter what I do to it, the writing always turns out flaccid because I couldn't give a fuck about it if I was paid. It's the worst play in a teacher's playbook besides skits.