"Correction, COUNTRY Ham Biscuit"

Ok, I talked about materialism in my Christmas post, but can I say I still got exceptional gifts this year?

So about that title. I work at Bojangles. This is not my preferred place of employment, but the death of my old car and the purchase of a new one necessitated additional income and it needed to come fast. So, I applied to Bojangles because they were hiring.

There is a certain terminology, if you will, in being a Bojangles employee. They are anti-conjunction. We may not say "and", "with", and "or." You also may not say ham biscuit. I said ham biscuit into the mike and the girl beside me said, "Correction." So I had to say, "Correction, COUNTRY ham biscuit." You know, I'm pretty sure there's no city ham back there and we're in Harnett County, which pretty much implies country anyway.

My lifelong habit of saying "bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit" must cease during working hours, for it is a "egg, bacon, cheese biscuit." We cannot pluralize anything, so I have to say "2 sausage biscuit" which drives my grammatical side crazy. Don't even get me started on calling out for chicken breasts.

So, yes, I work in fast-food. Definitely not where I pictured myself when they ask you in high school, "Where do you want to be in ten years?" "Why teacher, I'd like to still be in school and working three jobs, one of which is Bojangles!"

Oh how God surprises us. But it's ok. I get my MDiv in May and I can do what I've been called to do full-time. But believe me, working at Bojangles is definitely a ministry.

Come get food.