TIFU: It's Not a Great Day at Chick fil A

I'll give you a warning before you read this. It's pretty gross and involves vomit, so if that's something that you can't handle, don't read this. Anyway, today was my first real day at my first job. I'm a front of the house worker, and I was basically shadowing another worker at the drive through. Anyway, I got there at 10:30 when my shift started and found the coworker that was supposed to be training me. We went to the drive through at about 10:38 or 10:40. My first fuck-up (minor but probably still should've thought through my decision more) was when I decided not to get a drink before starting against the advice of my co-worker. I said I had just brushed my teeth so it would taste weird, and they were like fair enough.

After working for about 20 minutes my stomach started to hurt. It didn't feel like I was sick, more just like I was really hungry. I had eaten at about 9:30, so looking back I probably should have realized something was wrong given that I already felt like I hadn't eaten in a day or two. I tried to push through and I ignored it for about 30 more minutes. By this time I thought maybe if I get a drink it'll help, but there was no one with a headset on the inside at the moment, so I just continued to ignore it. About 20 minutes later, as it was getting worse, I finally told my coworker and asked when we could eat. He said that because I clocked in at 10:30, I would probably eat sometime between 1 and 2. I continued to ignore it. Another guy arrived and my coworker told him to get a Sprite, a couple other drinks, and an Ipad for me to train on. He came out about 10 minutes later as the pain continued to get worse. I drank some of my Sprite and started to try to take orders to the side with the Ipad in training mode as my coworker actually took them.

About 15 minutes later, I felt queasy and told my coworker I felt like I needed to throw up. He said to stop thinking about it, so I did, and the feeling subsided for the most part. Another 15 minutes went by and the feeling came back stronger than before. This time I said I think I'm about to throw up, I need to go to the bathroom. He said to tell someone and go. I didn't have time for that. I thought I did, and that was part of my fuck up. I waited entirely too long until it got to this point, ignored all the warning signs, and decided I could push through.

Realizing this, I set the tablet down, took a step towards the other column and threw up on the ground. My dumb ass stood there for a good second before I started walking towards the bathroom. I didn't want to run and risk upsetting my stomach more. I got to a flower bed by the sidewalk that leads into the entrance right next to the drive through, and I threw up in it. This one hurt and it went in my nose this time. I thought to myself, "Well... fuck" as I kept walking. I got about 4-6 feet which is the distance to another flower bed before I threw up again in the other flower bed. This was the biggest throw up so far, and it was dripping out of my nose. It was in my nasal passages and down the back of my throat as well. I stood up and had a bit of barf on my shoes and pants. It was on my face too. A random guy who was getting in his car got out and handed me a stack of napkins. One of the guys who helped interview me saw what happened and came out asking if I was okay. I said no, smiling a little bit.

I smile in awkward situations, and it's led to some misunderstandings and I've gotten in trouble at school in the past because my teacher thinks I'm being a smart ass or not taking them seriously because I'm smiling while I'm in trouble. Another worker comes out and tells me to come inside and get cleaned up. I do, and then she tells me to go and get my phone and stuff. She asked me if I felt bad when I came in and I said no. She asked me to describe what happened and I nonchalantly said I felt bad and I threw up 3 times. I threw up on the ground. Then in a flower bed. Then in another flower bed. Mind you I'm still smiling and she puts her head in her hands and laughs about how much of a disaster this was.

I threw up 3 times in front of the entire lunch rush hour line on my first real day at my first job ever. Anyway, I sat on the bathroom floor of a big stall and just texted my family and told them to pick me up. I knew it wasn't clean but I couldn't give less of a crap because my shoes and pants already had barf on them and I had to sit down. I wouldn't blame them if they fired me honestly because imagine whats gonna happen on every other milestone day? on the 50th day there am I gonna crap myself? Day 100 I fall and knock my tooth out and someone gets in their food? If anybody thinks they saw this, I'm sorry for ruining your appetite.

TL;DR: I ignored all the warning signs and ended up throwing up all over the outside of Chick-fil-A my first day on the job during lunch rush (it's my first job too)