My first (and last job I will ever have) was at Subway. I started working there my senior year. I picked subway because a lot of my friends worked there and that was usually the spot to hang out if you were board. I chose to get the job because my parents never really made me get a job but would of liked me to get one. Work at Subway had it's goods and bads. Some days were a piece of cake and others were like pulling teeth. First off by no means was this job hard, the inconvenience came with the customers and our boss, the owner (Scott). Some times we would have the same annoying customers, who just expected you to know what to put on there sandwich even if you were new. "No, no, no, I wanted my chicken cut in to strips, and my tomatoes cut into 1/6." Sometimes you would have to deal with the greatest of all evils to enter subway... "the crab lady." She was a 40 something bulimic lady who ordered the samething everytime. "Can I get a foot long italian herbs and cheese, quadruple crab, onions, green peppers, banana peppers, jalapeno peppers, spinach, and lots of sweet onion sauce... toasted." No one liked making this sub because it was so rediculous to deal with, you couldn't even close it. Then the last burden of subway was Scott, who was never there, but when he was he would try to help out, but he only got in the way since he really didn't know what he was doing. Other then all that stuff subway was sweet, you could look at your facebook, eat food, give free food away (which I did alot), or if you really needed money you could steal money. But still at the end of the day you would smell like Subway and it would be late, so that or any other job out there just isn't for me.