I remember when I was younger my Dad telling me that every job had perks, you just might have to look quite hard for them. At the time I thought he meant like, time-keeping skills and generally having to put up with members of the public when you’re hungover.
And I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t the case at my first job – McDonald’s cashier, always fun – where the managers seemed to exist purely to make you miserable and being treated like an illiterate by the customers made me want to scratch my eyes out. The perk there was free food on your break, which looking back actually did go quite a long way to making up for it.
Now though, the perks at my current job aren’t hidden. Or made up. Or should I say, perK – singular. In fact, she even has a name.
I used to call her Sixer.