There was a time where I was employed by Subway. Yes, I worked in a yellow and I criss pusais the way back home after my shift. My title was then "attendant submarines. All employees were officers on submarines, except the as managers. I was so submarines, as well as all "related duties" that come with this kind of job that oozes adolescent acne. In seeking the job of my dreams (oué!) at the site of Emploi-Québec I noticed that Subway now offers officially known as "preparer salads and sandwiches. "This implies that the servant in question must biiin more than just stuffing sanouiches with stuff that tastes bad. But the other name, the most beautiful, most poetic, most vibrant, it's "sandwich artist attendant. Nothing less. It's really written it word for word. It makes you want to apply there, han?
When I was a clerk for submarines, let I tell you that the creative space we were allocated was quite small. I remember once when I reverse the order of small slices of meat we put in one of their submarines. My colleague had then said, smiling tenderly "But see, then, you've reversed the meat!". As if it was obvious that the pepperoni over the salami or whatever. In any case, I'd see what the artists are now Subway. A dripping with mayonnaise and oil?
I've never eaten one of their cursed sanouiches laittes during the few months I worked at Subway.
