I mentioned that my job at McDonald’s was another story, and…well here it is. But I’m thinking of sectioning it off into sequels and stuff, because the more I think about my time there, the more memories come back. Well we’ll just see how it goes!
While I was in college, I applied for a job at McDonald’s. Not my proudest moment, but I did it. I filled out an application and almost right away was set up for an interview. The interview was a blur except that I made a casual remark about something and it made my interviewer snicker. Not sure if that’s what really got me the job or maybe it was that she saw I was in college and was yearning for a job that prepared me for the beautiful, good, bad, desperate, ugly and downright bastardly sides of society. It was a potpouri!
Well I got the job! Woot! I was trained most of the time by an awesomely patient woman who had been there too long. She said I’d be able to follow her around like a puppy dog for the first day, but then she’d supervise me while I was on my own. I credit her, of all the other managers, for training me to be the most effective worker I could be. I saw her last year at a festival and we recognized each other almost right away. Once we did, we hugged. She rocks.
Anyway! Yeah, she trained me well. Stuff like:
- When I don’t have a customer, fill the bins with nugget sauce and keep the straw bins supplied
- Prepare all sizes of fry orders during a lunch or dinner rush to assist coworkers and yourself
- Help a coworker by gathering food the customer ordered
- Wipe off the counters with a clean cloth
- Sanitize hands for the bazillionth time
I remember being trained to close and open the restaurant (with help). I loved closing because I was a night owl. Opening was a different story. I think we had to open at either 5:30 or 6:0oam. Didn’t matter, those are not good times for me. Smells attack me differently at that time. I don’t want to smell anything remotely bad (like grease and fish) at 5:30 or 6am. But the good side was that, while the late shift was arriving, I was leaving. The bad side was that on my first day of morning shift, I was trained by someone different. Not the patient, tactful woman I had respected, but an older, bitter, smart assy woman who knew all the regulars. Not that knowing the regular customers was a bad thing. But the bitter part was. I remember her making snarky little comments when I’d forget stuff, and then while serving a customer her age I messed up. The guy, who looked intimidating because it looked like he had a perpetual frown, asked my trainer, “Why are you here so early?” As if on cue, that’s when I messed up and my trainer pointed to me and said, “That’s why I’m working so early.” Never forgot that, obviously.
I got to know some really fun people while working there. I met all sorts of age groups. From the minors who were prohibited by law to enter the walk-in freezer, prepare the fries or…drive.., to the senior citizens who weren’t quite sure how to operate the headset for drive-thru. Then there were a few college-age students like me; two assistant managers and a few coworkers. Once we got to know each other, it was even more fun. We went bowling one night after we closed the restaurant, and one of our open-minded managers showed me her pack of pornographic playing cards. Awesome.