The Joke is on the clown, NOT me!

bykairosan

277 followers

Updated 5 years ago

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As I hear my iPhone alarm go off at 8:30 at night, I uncovered myself from the blankets and got up from my futon that's already seen it's best days. "Here I go again:" I muttered under my breath.

"I hate this f____king job" I muttered again as I open up a bottle of 5 hour energy to kill my drowsiness. I knew that what I had to do tonight was a Required evil but a super annoying one full of uninspired task and redundancy for 8 hours all night long.

Worse yet,it was Friday night and I had two more days until my two blissful but short days off. Boy does those fly by. The moment it starts, I feel good, relieved and at peace. The other moment I fall on the first work night of the week from my two days off, I get a dreadful uneasy feeling. You know, the type you had when you were in high school. That, School night feeling, knowing damn well you'd had to get back to school the next day,

So 9pm rolls around and I was irritable. I took a quick shower asking myself a simple question: "When will my day come?"

Oh when will my websites ranked high enough for it to get recognized? Oh when would I finally see the fruits of my labor and who else was dealing with the same thing?

As I went downstairs and waited for my Uber, the cold bitter air hit and smother my face and blew threw my ripped blue jeans.

I knew that tonight would be hell.

I knew how it was going to play out at the Burger Circus, and how awfully busy it was going to be.

If only I had just as much traffic as the people waiting in the drive thru line at Burger Circus on a Friday night. I bet then I would see results.

Cars lined up ready for their orders to be taken.Several of the customers were hungry for hamburgers, most wanted ice creams and shakes if they were available.

Still, the line was never ending and full of drivers willing to splurge their payday check on a Big Fat burger or El-rib chicken sandwich.

Ironically if we were to convince the same folks to invest money on theirselves or on a business, they'd laugh in our faces and persuasively lecturer us out of our dreams to be digital nomad, entrepreneurs or affiliates with blogs and sites.

The same could also be said about the staff at burger circus, where their life is as bland as the numbers on their $500 something checks.

I bet then I'd be able to quit a job that paid me minimum wage.

I bet then, I could leave public housing for good and not be restricted on how much money I made or get thrown out of my apartment.

I walked inside of the burger Circus to witness a busy kitchen full of anxiety and anger. Coordinators bagging up orders, while the manager collecting the money from customers. The cooks in the kitchen frantically place ketchup and other condiments on the sandwiches while keeping an eye on the service times they must meet. Stressed and worn out, one of them spotted me walking into the back to hang up my coat. They screamed to me ":Hi Kyle!"

Not because they admired me or liked me, but simply because they knew that when I came in, they could soon clock out. The teens were ready to go home and adult staff looked unimpressed by the work they were doing. None of them looked happy, just stressed. Tired and low on energy.

Someone behind me pointed on my shoulder and handed me a headset, that had a low battery of course!

I looked up on the CCTV camera and seen 9 different cars wrapped around The Burger Circus Building. One customer snatched a credit card from my hand after handing it to them and called me the N-word as they dove up the second window while another wanted to alter their order at the window to add additional food to their meal.

All the while, my manager screamed at me that I "messed up someone's order and that my ass was gonna a get kicked and cussed out."Plus I was pressured to do prep and take orders all within two hours of my shift.

That wasn't possible because we had hungry customers who wanted to feed their family and couldn't wait for me to prep sausage burritos or brew teas in between order taking.

But of course, if I didn't keep up with the pace, I could be let go. And if that happens, I won't be able to use Wealthy Affiliate, maintain my website, buy ads on google, Facebook, or make my dreams as hip cartoonist/digital nomad come to life. Or pay my everyday bills or even pay rent.

It solely humbled me and helped with the realization that relying on only one source of income could be the most dangerous thing. I say one source of income because I haven't made anything with Wealthy Affiliate or other affiliate links on my own website just yet. Although in an ideal situation, Earning just as much or more on this platform would give me more confidence to stand up to the Circus and the insane clown posse that was management.

Did I mention we got no breaks and that it's legal in my state to exploit employees this way?

So I would grab a latex glove and place it on my hand to prepare for prep when a BEAPING sound hits my head set.

"Welcome to Burger Circus, may I take your order?"

I repeated to the customer on the other end of the drive thru. Ready to take their order, I ran to the back of the building to open up the touch screen register to begin punching in the order. My manager intercepts on the headset and warned me to "Pick up the pace"with rolling burritos or get let go.

I felt miserable and suicidal. Felt like ending it all because of the horrible way I was treated at my job. Low self-esteem was real and presence. I wondered if I'd ever get out of this. I was scare to leave because no other job in my state wanted to hire me unless if it was a staffing agency that needed to fill temp workers at different offices or low entry paying jobs like this one.

Questions of if or when my dreams with my website and wealthy affiliate would fill my head.

I wanted to win with that sooo badly because my tipping point was about to begin.

The Clown got to my head, messing with me and my emotions like he often did.

His evil PennyWise smile made my blood boil.

For most of the folks here, this was IT! I'm not talking about Steven Kings creation, but that places like Burger Circus was their only destiny

This was all they knew: A life where they'd clock in and out without a work or life balance. Where they would either work here at Burger Circus or quit/get fired and work at another low entry level job with no future to look forward to. Just pay bills and die. That's it. Nothing else.

Why Things like Wealthy Affiliate and affiliate marketing wasn't an option for most of them. Nope, just selling drugs on the side and Burger Circus. Their lives doesn't or can't get any better than this. They don't know about Wealthy Affiliate and if they heard of it, they probably think it's a big scam. They were programmed to think that these type of websites that promise income online is a scheme and bogus. They lump places like Wealthy Affiliate into the same category.

Most of them had bills to pay and mouths to feed. While others use their Burger Circus Income to pay alimony and child support. Were former prisoners or probably go home after work to abuse their wives or girlfriend/boyfriend.

A few of them are Gamers.. Pot smokers and what society might of either deemed lame and low life's.

The store GM of Burger Circus was facing charges for am armed robbery, but for some reason, was still anointed the lead Store GM months later.

What I'm trying to say is: This was the last place on Earth I'd wanted to end up working for, yet ironically was the only place that hired me out of the higher paying jobs and positions within my area.

When I first started, they just tossed me on headset without properly training me, where I took orders at the window. I was told how I was slow at performances and never met service window times. Well Duh, what were you expecting from an amateur?

A quick review on Help or Glass door would indicate how backwards this place was and the hundreds of complaints regarding how lack of communication and training turned staff into angry and bitter employees.

That apparently didn't matter to the staff and managers at the Burger Circus, because training isn't really a thing at this place. They just think you're a bot that can perform task automatically out-of-the-box. Well that's not how it works.

The rumbling around the Burger Circus was " If Kyle doesn't pick up the pace, we'll just fire him"

Which made me realize that there's absolutely NO job security whatsoever.

That's why you see, I continue to build my website and train on WA.

Because, I enjoy traveling. I love being immersed in different cultures, sites,interesting monuments buildings or companies that offer entertainment for locals. Or meeting new friends an Airbnb while exploring different nicks in corners of another city or another country all together.



Through WA, I was able to create a travel blog base website (still in progress) about the place I'd travel and wish to see. A blog that not only mentions subjects that I'm passionate about, but could earn me money anywhere I am around the world! That's why I'm here on Wealthy Affiliate!

I want to blog about my passion and get paid in the process, that's why I'm here. I want to flip the script on that crazy clown and Amount of work alone that I do could easily prove that entire restaurant wrong. But that's not why am doing this. It's not about Berger Circus or proving them wrong, it's about making a blog with topics I care about earning money from it and doing everything right!

Yes it is possible to create a blog that earns the money.

Yes you can learn how to do it and see that it eventually.


Yes you can be surrounded by a community of folks who also want to make blogs out of their passions or interest in earning money just like you do.


Yes it's possible for me to learn what's needed to make a successful blog that earns me real income. It's possible to make enough where I can quit burger circus and move out of public housing. But I'm not doing it to prove them wrong I'm proving it to prove myself right!

Absolutely, it's going to take some work, research, education and training but in due time, I can be a success story.

That's why I'm a big believer that things CAN get better and WA will eventually get me there.

That's why I watch the training. I do the research, I study SEO.

That's why I am learning how to find a product or service related to my hobby or interest so that I could monetize off of it while riding awesome blogs and articles people can read and enjoy!

You see simply,I want to win like everyone else here on this platform and I won't let the Clown destroy my self-esteem or make me feel helpless. I won't allow this clown beat me into submission or hurt me.

I’m forced to work at the Burger Circus for now, to fund my operation here at Wealthy Affiliate but I dare say this: I'm ready to work smarter and harder so I can finally LEAVE this funky circus. You could say, I'm planning to escape whenever I see consistency with profit from my affiliate links.

Then and only then will I be able to escape and runaway from the circus for good.