My sense of self importance (some may argue it's misguided) started around the age of 16. I had been working at Mcdonalds for two and a half years. It was my last day...you know what... let me back up.
My first year at Mcdonalds, I had to don a very heavy suit of one of the Mcdonalds characters (Birdie) and wave to traffic. For an entire summer. While I weighed 280 pounds. I was hired at minimum wage along with two other people in the kitchen.
After my summer stint as a character I was the host for people who would have their parties at Mcdonalds (comes with cake). I did magic so I guess that made me the most qualified?
Shortly after that, the two people hired in the kitchen were promoted before me. After working my ass off for two years I was given a raise of 25 cents. Yeah...thanks but no thanks. I was given a new title as well. Who's the big winner?
I quickly resigned. Well, not resigned, gave my notice. On my last day it was dead in the store (I refuse to call it a restaurant). I waited til midway through my shift and went to the shake machine. At Mcd's the shake machine has two chambers to it. The mystery goo goes into the top and on one side it becomes soft serve, and the other side it becomes a shake. It is "food" in the same way play dough is food. Not toxic, but that's about it.
It was my last day at work, and I had nothing to lose. I turned off the blades, climbed on top of this machine, took off my shoes and socks and dunked my feet into the shake machine. A customer came in and "told on me" and management sent me home and said I was no longer welcome at the fine establishment that IS Mcdonalds. Six months later that location went out of business. Who's the big winner?
and THAT'S why I drink...
My first year at Mcdonalds, I had to don a very heavy suit of one of the Mcdonalds characters (Birdie) and wave to traffic. For an entire summer. While I weighed 280 pounds. I was hired at minimum wage along with two other people in the kitchen.
After my summer stint as a character I was the host for people who would have their parties at Mcdonalds (comes with cake). I did magic so I guess that made me the most qualified?
Shortly after that, the two people hired in the kitchen were promoted before me. After working my ass off for two years I was given a raise of 25 cents. Yeah...thanks but no thanks. I was given a new title as well. Who's the big winner?
I quickly resigned. Well, not resigned, gave my notice. On my last day it was dead in the store (I refuse to call it a restaurant). I waited til midway through my shift and went to the shake machine. At Mcd's the shake machine has two chambers to it. The mystery goo goes into the top and on one side it becomes soft serve, and the other side it becomes a shake. It is "food" in the same way play dough is food. Not toxic, but that's about it.
It was my last day at work, and I had nothing to lose. I turned off the blades, climbed on top of this machine, took off my shoes and socks and dunked my feet into the shake machine. A customer came in and "told on me" and management sent me home and said I was no longer welcome at the fine establishment that IS Mcdonalds. Six months later that location went out of business. Who's the big winner?
and THAT'S why I drink...
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