Driving to work with my windows down, moon roof open and the thumping sound of Nate Dog's music ringing in my ear, I was having a fine morning. Even though I knew Saturday mornings get busy I figured I would get through it happily. Many people are rude in their own ways and restaurant employees have to learn how to deal with them. As I got ready for work I didn't realize that I would be getting the most awful customer in all of my years working at Subway. I tried giving superior customer care to the middle-aged women but she threw the money at me and took her sandwich and meal and stormed out of the restaurant. Little did I know that my "fine" day would be a disastrous one. Consumers do not realize the agony and distress that Subway employees have to go through to satisfy a customer.
             Knowing that my shift at work begins at nine in the morning I decided not to set my alarm. Not waking up to the abrupt pitch sound of the alarm leaves me with an ear to ear smile. I loved working Saturday mornings because every Saturday I worked from nine in the morning to four in the afternoon, which leaves the rest of the day free. I usually go out for a night of fun with my cousins and friends. Knowing that customers drive crazy and that they might hit my car, I had my favorite parking space, which is usually taken but this morning it's not. I parked in the space next to a tree where only one vehicle can park next to my car. I had full view from work of who parks next to my silver BMW. Not too much time passes before I got into work and took the cold containers full of sliced red tomatoes, white American cheese, cut green peppers, and the deli style ham and turkey out of the refrigerator and prepared it for the customers. Filled to the top of the
             container all the cold–cut-meats are ready to serve. I like when everything is cleaned and filled to the top. I then bring the black mats out and put one under the soda mach...