There was a longstanding joke at my work about a ghost that haunted the restaurant and caused a lot of minor inconveniences. We had a lot of fun trying to figure out the identity of the ghost, anywhere from my roommate, to regulars, to the manager, to even at one point one of the cows that we'd served up to customers.
This is not to say we didn't get any work done - oh, no. We got plenty of it done. There's a certain charm to being in the midst of cleaning during one of the lulls in our customer base, only to be greeted by a distinct "OoOoOoOoOoOo" from my supervisor. We didn't goof off when it was busy, opting instead to concentrate on what needed to be done, but having that ability to relax around certain people and just have fun when you're able to is really pleasant. It's better than constantly watching your back, wondering what people would think of you.
The hours were pretty cool, too. I worked from 4 or 5pm until 11pm, generally, and it was part time so occasionally my days would shift, but i typically worked Wednesday to Saturday, or something like that. It worked out great for my schedule.
The hardest part of the job was working Sundays, if I'm honest. They were immensely hard to predict, so sometimes we'd be overstaffed, but a lot of the time we'd be understaffed. They were either really dead, or the busiest day of the week, it seemed like. Many a time I had a call to come in on that day, only to have me barely be needed when I got there. It was all super bizarre.
Employee discount, chill atmosphere