More tone deaf Millenials?

I had a boss at Long John Silvers tell me when I was 16 that I didn't have the work ethic to succeed in the real world. I showed her by becoming moderately successful in newspapers. Suck it, manager lady!

 

It took getting my degree and then working six years at newspapers to finally make as much money, full time, as I did delivering pizza three nights a week when I was 19.

 

Yeah, but you left out the drug dealing.

 

I had to do something to keep afloat when the delivery-boy porn fantasy didn't come to fruition.

 

I left a dumpy restaurant job the minute I could scrape up something better.
The manager yelled this at my back: "You know you're giving up a great future here!"

 

I just heard my dog whistle!

 

I hostessed at Applebee's for awhile, until I quit because they kept screwing up my schedule. Last night, I was dead-dog tired and my feet hurt and we were dead, but they were taking forever to cut me. When I nearly threatened to just walk off and leave, he said, "You know, you might need a reference from us one day!"

I about rolled on the floor laughing. I'm really gonna need a reference from my shitty-ass 6 weeks of hostessing at Applebee's when I have a resume full of work that took actual training that lasted longer than an hour to do proficiently. I told him that that's a threat for a 19-year-old, not a 27-year-old with a Master's degree.

 

Early in my newspaper career, I had a side gig running a basketball league for the local Y three nights a week. The money people at the Y underestimated how many kids were going to play in the league, I believe. My pay was based on the number of players who signed up. I got paid more each of those six weeks during the summer for running the league than I did from my newspaper job.

 

When I was 18 I worked as a roller coaster operator at Six Flags. They put me on the new ride in the park, and since they were expecting long lines they told everyone who worked on it to work doubles for the first couple of weeks. This was late May. They never told me to stop, though, so I just kept coming in and working every shift, six days a week. I was only making $6 an hour (with a small bump when I occasionally worked a shift as the lead), but since my best friend worked there and drove us both in; and I was living at home; and I rarely paid for a meal out of my own pocket thanks to the $5 to $10 in loose change we'd find on the ride in the course of the day, I managed to bank about $2,500 in about 2 1/2 months.
They finally told me to work regular hours in late July. My last week, though, I said screw it and just started coming in for every shift again to get one last big payday. Wound up working 75 hours that week. That might have been one of the reasons I got red-flagged and given "no rehire" status for the following season.

 

I worked the summer before college at a steel warehouse in Florida making a bit more than minumum wage. The truck drivers who had been there 30 years or so made $10-12 an hour. That will get you motivated to finish college.

 

The original site on which this account was posted is fascinating. I don't think I've ever seen it before.
Nothing specific about millennials, but check this one out:
I had to prepare a meal and entertain 20 people for a job interview -- and so did 19 other candidates — Ask a Manager

 

That is the saddest thing I've ever read on this site.