I might spend my last moments asking someone if they want large or regular chips. I might die in this polo shirt. Oh my God I might die in this hat. They will find my fossilised remains and then carbon test me and find out that I was wearing this hat.
Winner of the 2022 Emerging Playwright Commission
Neon lighting has dried out your eyeballs. The grease has permeated your sneakers. You think you can hear salt. A group of fast food workers are just trying to get through another shift. They’re underpaid and overworked and the customers keep coming and time is moving backwards and they need to stop working.
Work, But This Time Like You Mean It is a darkly surreal comedy about young people’s first experiences in the workplace. It’s about having a good work ethic on less-than-minimum wage. It’s about perseverance when you just want to curl up under the counter and cry. It’s an unhinged, deep-fryer-dive into deeply human relationships, forged within the most alienating of circumstances.
It’s fricken tasty.
