@kevinhunsperger & @my123cents on Twitter
I got my first part time job when I was 15 years old. I bagged groceries, stocked shelves,
and worked the cash register at a local supermarket. I worked there all through high school and even picked
up hours over Christmas and Spring Breaks when I went to college.
I didn’t work at all my freshman year while I was in
school. But by the second
semester of my sophomore year, I
decided my bank account needed some boosting. I applied for a job at Chuck E. Cheese’s Pizza, but had an
advantage as my girlfriend (now wife) worked there.
Chuck E. Cheese (not from my restaurant) |
In January 1993 I became a cashier, but eventually found
myself doing every job the restaurant had to offer. I made pizzas in the kitchen. I was a host on the showroom floor for birthday
parties. I walked around and tried
to fix games, but mostly just unjammed tickets and handed out tokens. I was an assist manager (technically
shift supervisor). Yes, I was
Chuck E. Cheese himself, and Jasper T. Jowls, and Helen Henny. Don’t judge.
Working at Chuck E. Cheese was a lot of fun. It helped that everyone who worked
there was in the same age group essentially. Plus, who couldn’t have fun with video games, singing
rodents, and lots of pizza? There
were days that it was challenging.
I think back specifically to the night a kid pooped in his pants in the
bathroom and smeared it over the toilet, floor, and walls. His poopy underwear was left sitting on
the top of the trashcan. As the
only guy on duty that night, I had the pleasure of cleaning up that mess, but I
think it helped prepare me for fatherhood.
Munch's Make Believe Band |
Here are some Chuck E. Cheese fun facts. The E stands for Entertainment. We were encouraged to answer the phone
with this phrase: “We’re making magic at Chuck E. Cheese, this is ______, how
can I help you?” We choreographed
all the dance routines when the company sent us the program for the new
season. Our store employed several
talented dancers who led the way.
When it came to cleaning out the ball pit, we would fill giant mesh bags
with the balls and take them to the carwash for cleaning. Someone would use a cleaning solution
to scrub the empty pit. You can
imagine the things we found along the way.
I still have my name tag (one of them) See the "Dexter" blog for details |
I look upon this time in my life with a huge smile. We were a family, thats for sure. Thanks for the memories, Kevin.
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