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Descriptive Essay On Dunkin Donuts

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It’s 5:55 in the afternoon and it’s just now sinking in that I have to work yet another closing shift at Dunkin’ Donuts. At exactly 6:00 pm., I step out of my mom’s grey Ford Explorer and walk the cigarette-butt covered sidewalk all the way to the front doors of the building. As soon as I walked in it had felt like I entered through the gates of hell. The first thing I had noticed was the two people who were working and how distressed they looked. The second thing I had noticed was that the place looked like something out of a horror film. The counters were covered completely with coffee creamer and the sticky syrup swirls were oozing down the legs of them. Dozens of donuts littered the ground and used rubber gloves were lying miscellaneously around the store. I walk over to where the second shift check-list was and saw that there were maybe 2 things out of 30 that had been completed in the four hours they had to complete them. My eyes look up to a sign that reads “ANYTHING NOT COMPLETED DURING SECOND SHIFT MUST BE COMPLETED DURING THE NIGHT SHIFT” in red bold letters. I knew that there was no chance I would be getting out on time, seeing as though I had a ton of extra work to do, so as soon as I clocked in, I got straight to work. I just thought to myself at least I’m getting paid for this. It was back in May of 2017 that I decided it was time for me to get a job to start saving up for the college expenses I would be facing in the next couple of years. I applied for the job as a barista at Dunkin’ Donuts and was hired on the spot. I came into work the following day and knew I was going to love it. The people were so helpful and I quickly caught on. For the first couple months it was fine. It didn't even really seem like work to me. I was pouring coffee and making bagel sandwiches for all kinds of people in the community. I couldn’t ask for anything more. Then the manager who hired me left. We got a new one who everyone quickly began to hate and soon, the people who I started to become close with left their jobs at Dunkin’. That in itself made the job a little worse. I began to dread going to work every single day, and to make things worse they started scheduling me 6 days a week. It wasn’t really

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