| Very, very damaging. |
[Jan. 10th, 2004|10:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Echos of people talking in my house. | ] |
Well, I had a pleasant day at work today, nothing like having to clean up after several hundred odd people to liven up the day.
This being the "hospitality" shift at McDonalds, usually it's not that bad, but today on the other hand was different, Today was a busy day, a day to go down in the history books as the day that would never end, until it did.
I was only supposed to be cooking on this fine day, personally I hate cooking so I was rather cheesed, my friend came to me with the offer of working in the lobby, it was calm then, I took the shift and he was pleased. As I walked towards the filthy mess he left for me, I noticed not one, but many a customer, all of whom felt sort of weird, they were all being messy. I thought bto myself it was onbly a small rush, nothing to worry about, but I was wrong, the walls came down as flood after flood of customers came in, their filth only exceeding by their wretched ugliness, I have always wondered where they come from, well now I know, well only I know where they come to eat.
As I cleaned tables I smelt something a tad strange a little funky, I turned around and I saw I kid blow some chunkies, It was digusting, vile and putrid, but none the less It was my job to clean this mess, it was followed by another blowing of cookies which I also had the pleasure of cleaning. This was only 30 minutes into my shift.
With people scattered and in disarray, one went to the bathroom and had his way, soon as I entered to my surprise I saw the morning newspaper infront of a toilet, nothing new to me till I saw the splatter of goo on a picture of a girl, its seems someone had his fill of mcdonalds and got a wee too excited and spread the joy, all over the morning paper that was, I had to clean it up.
Through out the shift I whispered to myself "This is very damaging" even before the incidents, I think I am psychic now by the way....
Time to change the garbages, usually an easy job, but I was in hell, seems there was a few holes in the bags as coffee bits dripped down my leg as I tried to get through the crowds of people without dieing from the smell. With the garbage done I sought to relax, but the higher ups thought it was time to bring out the axe. They gave me the garbage run, I had a thin jacket, it was -30 out, I had no gloves, near frost bite I came, till someone helped, they handed me gloves, I worshiped them, though the icey pop drizzled on me as I put the garbage around the broken compacter, my boss asked why I took so long, not even asking if I were ok, the bastard is an asshole and probably gay, I answered with a kind voice telling the truth, he acted all pompus, yet inside I laugh for he's 35 and has been working at McDonalds since he was 14, he's a sad, sad man, with probably no friends outside of his work (or in it if you ask me ;) )
It settled down after that I came home all scattered, for this day was damaging and emotionally tattered. |
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