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McDonalds

First off and foremost, working at Mcdonald’s is the worst possible thing I could think of doing, apart from getting my widsom teeth cut out with a bone-saw. The work itself isn’t what kills me - it’s not that hard - and the people that go there to eat, although part of the now growing number of people who are cutting their fast food eating habits in favor of being “slim and sickly looking because their obese and for lack of a better word, fat as hell”, are also not really that bad.

I’m not a people person to begin with - and if McDonald’s started serving Vegi-Rat Poison burgers to weed out the bad seeds from us meat eating types, I would be all for it. In fact, I would probably invest one hundred of my own dollars to further fund this edgy new take on Social Darwinism.

And even though the hours are alright (the night shift usually is the best shift.) the one thing that comes to mind as the worst thing possible about McDonald’s is the grease.

Working the night shift, you are around grease all night that has been sitting there all day. The longer the grease sits there, the worst it begins to smell. It’s not like you smell it right off the bat.

You don’t get a big whiff of it until you go to clean the damn things. It smells like a mixture of rotting bodies and the Sears Department Store First Level. I really can’t think of anything that smells worse.

And the pay is incredible. And by incredible I mean fucking retarded. When I started working there in 2001, I had no experience to speak of and started off at 5.75 an hour. I’ve got experience now in the ‘04, and I’m starting out 50 cents less than when I didn’t have any experience at all.

I don’t get it. It boggles the mind and frustrates the wallet.

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