 I live in a small town in Idaho, and there's nothing out here. The only reason anyone comes to my town is because of this swanky Mexican restaurant we have here. This place is the bee's knees and folks drive for miles to eat there. The food is rad, the service is famously awesome, and they do lots of good philanthropic things throughout the community, so good for them. I applied for a job at this swanky Mexican restaurant. I felt the interview went pretty well, you know, you're supposed to quote off all the experiences you had, your past works and that kind of thing, and I was doing a pretty good job. I was sucking up and all that. They called me about 10 minutes after I got off school, and then they were like, hey, do you want to come down here all dressed up in about 30 minutes? And I was like, oh my god. I mean, yeah, I can definitely be down there and like, right now. So I arrived, I filled out some paperwork, and then they came out with a freaking platter full of full-sized candy bars. They were literally stacked on top of each other. It then registered my mind as, oh, so this is the kind of company I'm going to be working for. Immediately afterwards, the manager came out to give me a tour of the restaurant. His name was Felipe. Now, the thing you got to know is that this place is 70% dining area and 30% secret corridors and kitchens. Just right behind the main area was all these secret corridors and tunnels for the workers to sneak through. See, I've been going to that restaurant ever since I was a little kid, and I had no idea that any of that stuff was back there. It was super tight and slick too. Plus, since everybody who was working there was running 24-7, it was a fairly spooky place to navigate. As we were walking past the kitchen, Felipe pointed out two 25-pound bags of onions, and he told me to pick them up. We hauled them into a small room in the back next to a grill, and he told me to cut them up. All 50 pounds. So I started cutting. And cutting. And cutting, and every 10 minutes or so, somebody would walk by and go, hey, why are you crying? I don't know, why do you think I am? I was back there for a good five hours doing nothing but cutting raw onions. The point was to teach me how to handle the utensils I'd be working with, however all I did was winding up giving me a bad case of carpal tunnel and making me smell bad. Plus, to remind you once more, I was within three feet of a hot stove, so not only was I smelly, I was also really sweaty too. And this was the orientation I had just filled out paperwork. Now, Felipe, he was an interesting character. He lived and he breathed his job as manager. In my months working there, I never saw him slow down or take it easy once. That dude was like, road running on cocaine. He was always doing a billion things at once, and he did them really well while he was at it. I have no idea how much money he makes, but he was not making enough. He was full of energy and he was really charismatic, but when he got mad, he got scary. One day he pulled me and a bunch of my coworkers into a back room and he passed around a cup of salsa. He looked at all of us and he was like, can somebody tell me what's wrong with this salsa? We were all checking it out, looking for mold, but it was just plain old salsa. We all stood there silently and waited. It's not stirred up enough. I don't know who is responsible for this. And if anyone is not willing to fess up, I will blame all of you. Then he walked out and we were all freaked out. Felipe didn't raise his voice. He didn't do anything crazy. He was just angry and his vibes filled the room and everybody was solidly spooked. The salsa was stirred more thoroughly after that though, but overall working there was super fun. We held a meeting at seven o'clock in the morning on a Saturday and nobody wanted to be there. Once we got there though, we were given free donuts, coffee, and the time that we spent there was paid too. The meeting wound up being a refresher course for how to properly clean tables. We were expected to remove all the plates and silverware and wipe down every inch of the table in less than two minutes. We went around the room and everyone tried and the manager gave us all Nerf guns to shoot each other whenever we made mistakes. Nobody could meet the standard in less than two minutes. And then Felipe was like, lol, hold my beer. First try, he did a better job than all of us and he managed to do it with time to spare. So returning back to the onion cutting, I was trying to be a guacamoleero. I think that's how I pronounce it. I have no idea. I would go to tables and I'd make fresh guacamole for the guests to eat. I followed around my co-worker Jacqueline and I watched her do it so I could take notes. Her and I actually became best buddies. Her and I actually had a ton of stuff in common and I located a crush on her. It's not a big deal. She taught me everything that I know about making guac. In fact, you can click my face if you want to see how I made guac. Since I was just staying there awkwardly, I would tell the customers, yeah, I'm supervising Jacqueline to make sure she doesn't mess up again. Isn't that right, Jacqueline? Do you remember the blood? Do you remember the screaming? Do you remember the panic? My first solo endeavor into the magical world of guacamole was a to-go order. I worked in the back so it was like a nice low pressure training opportunity. The only issue is that I caked the thing in garlic powder and I low key ruined it. I didn't want to get chewed up on my manager or anything so I just low key stuck the lid on it and I sent it on its merry way. The customers who bought the tub were kind of ripped off and if they're watching I will totally give them their money back if they get a hold of me, just saying. But most of the time I spent working there I was actually tucked away in a hallway where all the incoming dishes were being sent. I worked with a team of one or two other folks and we'd clear off the dishes and send them in the back to be washed. It was gross work but it was easy and repetitive and we got to talk and get to know each other. Some days we would gossip about kids at school, other days we would have rapping contests and I'd hear stories about the restaurant. There was one I remember, the ghost at table 26. Basically the restaurant itself is in one of the oldest buildings in town and it's seen some history. It apparently gets a little creepy at night. Some workers talk about cleaning up at night and then they see a lady sitting at table 26 just tucked away in a corner. The freaky thing is is that more than one person is seen or two. Some employees used to leave candies for her at night but I mean they kind of had to stop that because it was wasting candy. But a legit spooky story came from when I was working and the owner's wife came in the back and she started fuming quietly. She was like visibly distressed and we were like hey are you alright? She was furious because she walked up to a table and asked how their food was. The customers asked well since Donald Trump was president doesn't that mean some of your employees have to be deported? She was seriously ticked off and she was asking us if she should kick him out or not. I was like oh heck yeah but everyone else was like nah. She ended up letting them stay and that was kind of lame. Another freaky thing was a dude who started working there a few weeks after I was on board. His name was Connor. Now I've never had issues with coworkers. I get along with everyone pretty well in most work environments but Connor was one of the most miserable, deplorable, disgusting people I've ever met like he's in top 10. One of the friends I made there refused to work with him. See she had a sister who was autistic and she struggled with body images due to her diabetes and Connor used to call her able of slurs and mock how she looked. He was just gross. You see where we were all cleaning off dishes and that kind of thing there was a big old wall and since folks would come around racing at high speeds with heavy plates full of piping hot food they yelled corner corner corner. Connor decided that it would be funny yell corner corner corner in response. So now people would be going around corner corner corner corner Connor Connor. And he did this dozens of times every shift I had with him. It sucked. What was arguably the worst thing of all about him was the way he talked about our coworkers. He'd stare at their butts while they walked away and he'd nudge my arm and be like, Yo did you see that? No Connor I wasn't looking. Yo bro she's got to be at least like a seven or an eight. Wow you're using numbers to objectify human beings that's pretty cool. Hey dude who would you like to bang most of this place? I'd probably like to bang you Connor in the head with a tire iron. Bro I totally bang Jacqueline. She's a fine dog. Oh no you didn't you disgusting piece of shit. If it's any consolation though Connor has since been fired from his job. I'm not entirely sure why. I asked around. I can't figure out why but chances are something terribly got caught on. Everything was great aside from Connor while I was working there until one incident went down. Basically I got in order to get up and go to a booth to make my guac. Turns out it was the mayor of my town. I was like oh snap Nito. I made the guac and it was awesome but I put a little too much salt in it. They called me back and as I was prepping another avocado to put in it to mute the salt. I low key cut myself in the knuckle like the one time that I wasn't wearing my glove. I cut my finger and I squirted blood all over their guac and all over their food. It just like shot across their table. I quietly excused myself away from the table and wandered over to the employee sink. And I distinctly remember seeing what looked like TV static filled my vision as I bled into the sink. I kinda realized that I cut myself hardcore and I was in the process of passing out. There were a few people crowding around me to make sure I was okay and they were trying to talk to me but honest to God all I heard was just ringing my ears as I slowly slipped into the void. See I've seen movies where people faint and I'm like no I ain't no push over. I'm not gonna let passing out stop me. If I was ever in the position that I would be knocked unconscious I would make an effort to stay awake. And that's kinda what I did. I just rode the express train to nothingness and I managed to stay awake. Felipe came over and he sat me down in a chair. Side note what a gentleman. He told me to hoist my hand above my head and he handed me a Dr. Pepper to drink from so I could get some more sugar in my blood. Some color returned to my face and I was back from my little excursion from the void even though my hand freaking hurt. He looked at me and he was like hey Nate are you feeling okay? I was like yeah I'm feeling a little bit better. Good now you just put on your plastic glove and you get back to washing dishes. Boy I just saw Jesus I don't want to work anymore today. So I finished up that shift and I only used my right hand. In fact I finished up a lot of shifts just using my right hand. Actually I used my right hand so much after that that my rhomboid muscles on the right side of my spine swelled up to the size of a baseball. And here's the thing it hurt horribly. To this day I haven't felt worse pain than what I was going through when my back was all messed up from that. I could barely drive home at night because the bumps were awful. I went to go see a doctor and it turned out to be an issue with underused muscles suddenly kicking into overdrive and they react negatively. It just shows how lazy I am. Needless to say I wasn't able to do my job effectively and I put my two weeks notice at work. I was worried I would be a liability to the company to my coworkers and I had to step down. I made up some lie about doing an internship with a local advertising company and I hit the road. I've actually been doing YouTube instead. If you're watching this Felipe I'm sorry I lied to you you're super cool. Hey there I hope everything's gone take a chill pill bro. This sucks because I still haven't quite recovered from the muscle thing. It still flares up at random times and it sucks. See what's worst of all about the whole back thing is that it can only be fixed through exercise so I'm like stuck with it for my entire life. So I guess there's a really important lesson to learn. Considering all the amazing friends, good vibes, spooky ghosts, even the douche canoes. All of that can go away in an instant if you don't wear gloves while cutting off a cutter. Hey that was my video about working in a swanky Mexican restaurant. If you enjoyed it you should strongly consider subscribing so I can have a momentary ego boost. And while you're at it, why don't you click on that little bell thing so like your phone vibrates whenever I post something. So I can like make more videos for you and stuff. Thank you for watching you sexy creature. I'll be back every Wednesday for you. Ciao.