The McChronicles… Part I
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This story is just Part I in a series on working in fast food. Mainly McDonald’s, the point of view from which this was written. Take a look. McChronicles By Michael Gilly Have you ever worked fast food? It sucks. Sure, for the first few months, it’s easy for a teenager that can work after school. However, that’s the only time you should work fast food. As soon as I turned 16, I got a job at McDonald’s. I felt so blessed. Out of all applicants, I was chosen. About two months into my job, I learned why I was chosen above all others. I had an I.Q. above 60. Chapter One: Should you ever work at McDonald’s, they might ask you what station you’d like to work at first. Do not ever answer that with fries. I, on the other hand, received no warning. I asked to do fries. For about two months straight, they never taught me anything. They left me there. During the big rushes, I was put on fries. That is like having the devil kick you while castration is occurring. Chapter Two: Coworkers are important to any fast food joint. They decide on what your day will turn out like. If you have bad coworkers, you will probably have a bad day. Example: There was an older woman that would not learn how to shut up for two seconds who always demanded you cook her food. Even worse was when you don’t have the food, and you even mentioned it to her. She’d go ballistic. However, if you have good coworkers, your day might be good. Example: the biscuit maker at my McDonald’s was the sweetest woman in world, not to mention a better cook than my own mother. She even gave me a birthday card once (wasn’t even my birthday(. Every time I worked with her, we’d talk while working and hours turned into minutes. She was so awesome. Chapter Three: Just like your coworkers, your managers decide your day. If you have a strong manager that you like, your day will be easy flowing. If your manager has anger issues… like one of my managers, your day will be worse than Hell. This manager would just stand there. Staring and demanding his employees around. He was the worse manager in the world. Somehow. he became assistant manager. However, the other assistant manager was probably the best in the store. Better than the general manager. She would always make sure everything was stocked and clean by the end of the day. Guess who did stocking? I did (See Chapter 7).
Fries
So you have your three sizes. Small, Medium and Large. Not too hard. A Large is three Smalls, a Medium is two. However, people don’t realize this. They could get a Large for less than $1.50 or get three Smalls for $3.00. What do people do? They get the three smalls. Then, when I tell people this, they try for some bullshit excuse like “Oh, it’s for my three kids!” If you have three kids, then why not dump the fries out and separate them?
Coworkers
Girl coworkers can be a pain though. I had a couple of coworkers that had crushes on me. One time, a 24-year old was leading on a female coworker. Then, he started dating another coworker. Oh, that was the talk of the summer. Turns out the guy had no interest in the girl, he was only using her (he says he wasn’t). Another girl was crazy. She would have sex with any guy that said hello to her. One of my friends thought it would be an easy ride. He had sex with her. Then, she tried to have sex with me. I said to her, “I only buy new products.” Oh, she was so angry. Luckily, her ass got fired for stealing ice cream.
Managers and Employers
Employers, however, usually don’t care about you. If you can comprehend how to do stuff, you could have a job and keep it until you screw up. The owner of my store had a regional manager. She didn’t like me very much. She wrote me up the first time she met me. What did I do? I had cold fries. The owner never came about but a couple of times. I knew her son though. He was sort of a jerk.
You know, the guy in his late teens/early twenties that feels like life is passing him by; the guy who stays home on a Saturday night and surfs the internet; the guy who has an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach that no amount of food can fill. It comes and goes, but there are days when you get filled with an overwhelming sense of loneliness, days when your bed seems far too big and you want nothing more than someone to share it with. You feel all alone in this huge world, and you long for that person that will accompany you on the journey.If any of those words struck close to home then I suggest you hunker down, grab a bag of Doritos, and get ready to receive the enlightening smackdown I am about to bestow upon your ass. I was once that guy and I’m sure many of you reading this might be in that exact same situation. I was once that guy which is why I can talk about this. I can tell you from experience that this “guy” feels his life is boring and incredibly routine, and without making any changes whatsoever secretly hopes and expects that that wonderful girl will simply fall on his lap. A beautiful girl that plays video games and makes sandwiches upon request, a girl that loves you for you and doesn’t care about your appearance…ah, wouldn’t that be wonderful? But guess what? THAT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!