I recently got a job at Mcdonalds... yea I know, Lame. First of all, I wouldnt exactly call myself a people person, and what do I do there? I am the casheir/drive thru person. They advertise as a great start to a career, where you can learn valuable skills to further yourself. It's a great start, for a week, but after a week, your asking yourself, WHY AM I WORKING HERE. Of course the money is always an incentive, but im starting to wonder myself why I dont just deal drugs. True it would be illegal, but think about all the bling bling I could buy. Ok so am soo seriosuly joking about the drug dealing stuff, I mean if I think its bad having to talk to people at the donalds, I would have to be able to read people to tell if they would rat on me too.

So, I had appllied at The Donalds, They had called me back for an interview, and then back again, to fill out paperwork, so I could start my job. I'm sitting there, listening to everything the manager has to say, surprisingly enough there is alot you have to know, before you can even begin training at The Donalds. So im trying to digest all that she is throwing at me, im beginning to think, it might be harder than just flipping burgers all day, until you get use to it, which might take...ONE WHOLE DAY! She stops a moment, seemingly to grab a breath, when she mentions to me, that I dont talk much. Im thinking, I dont talk much?? I DONT TALK MUCH?!?! Im sitting here listening to you, I didnt know we were suppose to strike up a conversation, maybe pass a few jokes between the two of us, maybe sip on a brewskie, am I in the wrong place??? So I go ahead and say, ok, just so she would go on with what I came here to hear. She takes that ok, as a mission. Instead of going on, she states, I WILL GET YOU TALKING! As if its a challenge. That sure sounded like a challenge to me, well guess what girlie, I'll take that challenge, and I'll double that, not only will I not talk much around her, but I will go out of my way to talk non stop around everyone else. Of course I didnt say any of that, I simply said maybe, with a sly smirk on my face, for she does not know what she dragged herself into

After the unsaid talk of the no talking challenge, she proceeded in handing me papers to read and sign, after spending about 10 secs on my first paper (yes, I actually did read all of it, I am not one of those people who would accidently sign away their soul, though maybe a family member or two.) I picked up a pen, signed my name, and wrote the date, I noticed that she had been looking while I wrote, maybe making sure I wrote the right date, I soon realized she wasnt looking at date, but that of my hand, because proceding the signing of my name she popped off with, O we have a leftie! As if it was some special treat. How great it was to have a left handed person working at The Donalds. I replied with a NO. She stops and thinks for a moment, I could just watch the wheels rotating in her head, then she goes, O your ambidextrious, And again I reply with a Stern NO. And then add, this is my right hand.
I'm starting to wonder, what it takes to make it as a Mcdonalds manager, Maybe next week, theyll let me be one