Why McDonalds should die

Many of you know that I work (unfortunately) at McDonalds.
Why do I say unfortunately, some might question? Well, let me give you a little insight into what is involved in being a McDonalds swing manager:
-Some days, I have to be there at 5:30 in the morning. Some might say, thats nothing, but to those of you who know me well, and know that I have difficulty functioning before noon on a good day, will cringe at the mental image of me, awake, at that god-forsaken time of the morning, and the endangerment to all human kind that may come in contact with me.

-When I close the restaurant, and am suppose to work a 4pm-12am shift, I find myself dragging my exhausted body home in the wee hours of the morning, wiped out after hours of cursing at our office computer, counting, re-counting, double checking, losing, finding, counting again our deposit and floats from that days cash, and attempting to make sense of our programing POS system that is suppose to restart the restaurant's payroll and tracking system each night, but like everything else in that restaurant, seems to only function in one mode: the lets see how many times we can crash before we make kelsey cry mode

-Throughout the shift I deal with the following: mouthy crew workers who
a) want a break
b) want to go home early
c) are calling in sick
d) are calling looking for another manager
e) are calling to find out when they work/if they work/to trade a shift/to pick up a shift/ to find out their schedule
f) can't find something
g) need keys to get into a till
h) can't find something else
i)need a park run and don't want to do it themselves.
Customers who
a) aparantly can't read the specials sign, and demand to know what the burger/meal of the day is
b) can't find the washroom
c) need some sort of condiment
d) want to complain about there being no McChicken sauce at the condiment station
e) want to yell at me because i've just informed them we can't leave McChicken sauce out in the lobby
f) want to complain about a food item in any of the following ways: too cold, too hot, too salty, not salty enough, wrong grill, wrong box, not enough cheese, too much sauce, wrong chicken, thumb print in the bun, mustard on the wrapper, not enough fries, not enough sauce, wrong sauce,
g) want to yell at me for all of the above issues with their food plus the fact that we're too slow, gave them the wrong change, didn't have the muffin they wanted, our coffees too strong, there is no paper to read in the lobby, they don't like the prices, we don't take american 100$ bills...oh and blue isn't my colour, why do i wear a blue dress shirt? Also, aparantly we're suppose to be open on christmas day in order to make breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the various people who either don't celebrate christmas or are too lazy to make their own food.

Next is the various disasters that happen around the restaurant, such as children vomitting, pooing, peeing, or sneezing in or on: the counters, the play place, the nindendo area, tables, chairs, booths, toilets, floors, counters, trays, high chairs, benches, ronald statue, and my shoes. 93.8% of the time, parents refuse to clean it themselves, wishing one of us wonderful mcdonalds crew to clean it up. [ at which point my fellow employees begin to shout that isn't "my job, or my responsibility, you're the manager you do it."]
Along with messy children come messy seniors. The senior male catagory of our lovely customers have this overwhelming desire to: do their #2 business in our washrooms so much and use so much TP that our toilets are plugged 5 out of 7 work days, and their tendancy to lock themselves in our handicap washroom and proceed to give themselves their weekly bath, leaving behind piles of paper towels, wet and smelly all over the washroom. This bathing ritual can last up to an hour at times, and mothers with babies needing the change table in this washroom tend to go balistic on me, and then proceed to change their babies on our tables, or counters, or benches, or ronald statues, or my shoes.

Well, I believe I've given you a slight insight into the world of McDonalds behind the counter, omitting the issues i have with my boss and the fact that I only make 8.35 and hour...oh wait! i got a 20cent raise the other day, my bad.
People ask me, why do it, if you hate it so much?? And I reply, just oozing sarcasm: McDonalds looks good on a resume!!

Purpose

Most blogs have a purpose, a reason they are created. Therefore it is only right that I state the purpose of any future comments I may make. Art of me will solely be my internet format of ideas, pictures, issues, and personal art work that revolve in my head. Pretty much, if I have something to say, or discuss, or if I wish to display a recent art piece, or even post pictures of family so that other family members can see, I'll put it on here.

Its a vague sort of blog, but it works for me.