Diary of a Hot Dog Vendor

Day 1: I go and look for the address that was given to me. I find out it is a just a house not a restaurant as I was previously told. The son emails me instead of calling to tell me I was not going to start that day. This is annoying considering I am already there. I wasted a trip. I decided to give them another chance

Day 2: My first day of work. It was a half day (poor training). I arrived to the house and go around back to the basement. I go inside and it is filthy. There is trash on the tables and to cooking pots full of molded water. Sitting in this water were the ketchup and mustard bottles that are used each day. There are hot dogs that have been sitting in water for days. The work van does not work very well and breaks down often. All I ask is what have I gotten myself into.

Day 3: I arrive and watch the dad prepare the supplies. He is using the hot dogs left over from yesterday. They have been sitting out all night, uncovered and unrefrigerated. The condiments were sitting out as well. I think to myself why are they still in business. These same people are starting a restaurant. The dad asked me if I can come early and say yes.

Day 4: I get there early and the mom is upset that I arrived early even though the dad asked me to. The son makes the statement, "why can we not keep hot dog vendors?" I am thinking you do not want to know. After the shift the son tells me that.

Day 5: I get ready to prepare the food for myself. They go to the store everyday to buy can drinks and chips (inefficient and costly). the mother just stares at me the entire time. She stresses the cleanliness part of the job but is unaware that her basement looks and smells horrible.

Day 6: I go to the site by myself. Now there is another hot dog vendor. There are less people coming to the cart. There is also a lack of product because the mother is late bring it. I get the blame for the lack of funds even though I had very little food to sell. The mother nags me the entire time.

Day 7: The mother starts to nag at me the minute I walk in. I tell her that I am doing my best but she keeps telling me that I am too slow even though her husband is the one slowing me down by make his own food and putting himself ahead of the customers. This happens more often than not.

Day 8: Work is canceled due to rain. It did not rain all day.

Day 9: The starts at me again. Nag, nag, nag. She hovers over my should to the point that I feel her breathe. I go to the site and multiple texts from the son like any other day. I get back to the house and the starts again. I tell the son I am leaving. He calls her and she is upset. She starts that I am unprofessional and they will get someone new tomorrow.

I go downtown very and tomorrow still has not come for them. It probably never will.

Advice: Never work for a family. Never work for a person or group that has an expectation of you that they do not have of themselves. If you are going to work at hot dog cart, you should own it.