If it hadn't been for my insane schedule (full time work, helping parents part time and on the weekends, going to school and riding six times a week) I would have worked the midnight shift all the time.
For one thing, it was super peaceful as there were only a couple of rushes here and there, usually when the nearby factory changed shifts. The cleanup and trash duties really weren't that bad and you could take your breaks whenever you wanted, provided it wasn't busy.
There was also the super awesome "Take what you want policy." Or doughnut shop was a 24 hour one, so while we never closed, the baker came in around five thirty and the new stuff was ready in about an hour. That meant that the stuff that had been out for the evening was good to grab, because otherwise it just got thrown out. We're talking garbage bags worth of perfectly good food just tossed out. I know it was for legal issues, but it was still troubling.
So I took advantage; garbage bag, my house, didn't matter to the store.
After working a midnight, I grabbed so many doughnuts, bagels, muffins and croissants that my mother had to give some to the neighbors. Except for Sundays, we're pretty much on hour own for breakfast, but my parents used to be so happy to come home and see all kinds of delicious free baked goods waiting.
Another time, I was leaving for a trip to Toronto the next morning (ex-best friend drove all the way there while I slept) and we had so much food, we were eating for not just the trip, but most of our stay. My brother was always mad that he was never at home while I worked at Tim's.
What about you guys? Any good take home stories?
For one thing, it was super peaceful as there were only a couple of rushes here and there, usually when the nearby factory changed shifts. The cleanup and trash duties really weren't that bad and you could take your breaks whenever you wanted, provided it wasn't busy.
There was also the super awesome "Take what you want policy." Or doughnut shop was a 24 hour one, so while we never closed, the baker came in around five thirty and the new stuff was ready in about an hour. That meant that the stuff that had been out for the evening was good to grab, because otherwise it just got thrown out. We're talking garbage bags worth of perfectly good food just tossed out. I know it was for legal issues, but it was still troubling.
So I took advantage; garbage bag, my house, didn't matter to the store.
After working a midnight, I grabbed so many doughnuts, bagels, muffins and croissants that my mother had to give some to the neighbors. Except for Sundays, we're pretty much on hour own for breakfast, but my parents used to be so happy to come home and see all kinds of delicious free baked goods waiting.
Another time, I was leaving for a trip to Toronto the next morning (ex-best friend drove all the way there while I slept) and we had so much food, we were eating for not just the trip, but most of our stay. My brother was always mad that he was never at home while I worked at Tim's.
What about you guys? Any good take home stories?
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