McDonalds has to be one of the worst places to work. I started working there when I was fifteen years old, and I HATED IT! I got paid minimum wage which was $5.25 at the time I started. The first day of work I was the "fry boy." I stood there putting baskets of fries in oil which would splash and burn my arms. To top it off the fry station felt like a desert. I could have sworn it was about 120 degrees. I went home after my first day smelling like a French fry, all sweaty, and with a bunch of burns on my arm. A few days later I went back to work and luckily I got to do the registers. After learning where all the buttons were on the registers it wasn't so bad, except the fact that every customer that walked in the door you had to greet them by yelling, "welcome to McDonalds." After working there for a few months I knew how to do everything from drive through, to making the food. Every day after work I would go home smelling like a cheeseburger. It was stressful work with customers yelling at me, and managers yelling at me. Work just wasn't fun and the pay was horrible. After working there for almost a year I decided it was time to find a new job. I began applying at several different places. I got an interview at Panera a few days later. The day before my interview my manager at McDonalds called me into her office. She sat me down and asked if I was interested in becoming a manager. I replied that I had to think about it. After my interview with Panera I was granted the job and decided I would rather work there than McDonalds. So the next time I worked at McDonalds I put in my two weeks' notice, which didn't impress my managers too much. I still believe that McDonalds is the worse job in the world.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Worse Job Ever!
McDonalds has to be one of the worst places to work. I started working there when I was fifteen years old, and I HATED IT! I got paid minimum wage which was $5.25 at the time I started. The first day of work I was the "fry boy." I stood there putting baskets of fries in oil which would splash and burn my arms. To top it off the fry station felt like a desert. I could have sworn it was about 120 degrees. I went home after my first day smelling like a French fry, all sweaty, and with a bunch of burns on my arm. A few days later I went back to work and luckily I got to do the registers. After learning where all the buttons were on the registers it wasn't so bad, except the fact that every customer that walked in the door you had to greet them by yelling, "welcome to McDonalds." After working there for a few months I knew how to do everything from drive through, to making the food. Every day after work I would go home smelling like a cheeseburger. It was stressful work with customers yelling at me, and managers yelling at me. Work just wasn't fun and the pay was horrible. After working there for almost a year I decided it was time to find a new job. I began applying at several different places. I got an interview at Panera a few days later. The day before my interview my manager at McDonalds called me into her office. She sat me down and asked if I was interested in becoming a manager. I replied that I had to think about it. After my interview with Panera I was granted the job and decided I would rather work there than McDonalds. So the next time I worked at McDonalds I put in my two weeks' notice, which didn't impress my managers too much. I still believe that McDonalds is the worse job in the world.
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