It's never fun to work at McDonalds.
Never.
After the first hour or two of your shift, it's like you're a zombie. You just start going through the motions of what you've always learned. Hi, how are you? Would you like barbecue sauce with those chicken mcnuggets? No sir, I can't replace a mcflurry in a drink in any value meal. I'm sorry. Have a great day.
The time starts going by so slowly, and you start getting excited when a minute has passed and you can say to your coworker, "ONLY THREE HOURS 46 MINUTES AND 7 SECONDS UNTIL I CAN GO HOME!"
I realized today that I am always on the register when the crazy customers come in. ALWAYS.
Last week, my friend was on register and I was taking orders, and right before I was taking over register and orders and she was going home, she got the nicest lady ever who bought my friend a cup of coffee for "great service." Then I got on the register.
The next customer to come in while I'm on register is this cranky old man who can't hear anything and insists that it's my fault that his day is going horribly. He changes his order five times, holds the entire line up, and then when he's finally gone, I'm left to deal with the ten angry customers behind him.
It's like I'm some crazy person magnet, like the universe suddenly says, "oh, is Bridget working today? Excellent. Lets send every cranky insane person to her window. This'll be fun!"
A little McDonald's tip: if the line is taking forever, it's usually the person at the second windows fault, the one who hands you their food, not the person at the first window, because it's usually because your food isn't ready. Unless someone truly stupid is taking your order, or is clearly a new employee, seldom is it their fault.
Also, if your crazy, I request that you come inside to get your food. A girl can only take so much.
