I should work at McDonald’s

So, we have this agreement with the boys that started when we all started taking Aikido because they were shy and not truly seeking out practicing with the other members of the dojo. We said: if you practice at least once with everyone at class, we will take you to McDonald’s after.
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Big mistake.
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Never doubt the power of a promised McNugget.
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Right away, they started making bee-lines for every person they had not practiced with, almost with that “excited puppy” look in their eyes. So, as parents, of course we reserved the right to modify the agreement. There was just no way we were eating at McDonald’s twice a week. We thought for sure we’d have to go once a month at most. We so should have promised like… Hot Wheels or… Wii games or something. Much cheaper (I know… I know… *we* don’t have to eat there too, but c’mon, after getting home at 7:30-8:00pm, wouldn’t you, too, want something already done for you?)
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I digress.
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The McDonald’s we go to is only a short way from where we live – makes sure the fries are still somewhat hot and the ice hasn’t melted by the time we get home (we’re not eating in the car again… the Great Ketchup Incident of ‘08 is still too fresh in our minds…). This is the *only* reason we go there: proximity. The service has been consistently the most abysmal I have ever encountered in my life. Even for McDonald’s. Even counting the snarky Canadian Tire chick a couple of months ago.
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I don’t think one order has ever been right. Ever. This is why I park and walk in, instead of driving through so that I can instantly check the bag I’m handed. While I’m waiting for the “food”, I can see the chaos in the back. The confusion. Disorganization.
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I get it. I did a decade in the restaurant industry – including fast food. *insert old lady voice* Back in my day, when people ordered, not only did we have to remember what they asked for, but have memorized all the *prices* too! Then we had to punch them into the cash register and hand them back change we had *counted ourselves*. Sometimes we even had to go back and cook the d@mn burger and fries as well. And we did it all with a smile – not always perfectly of course, but mistakes were a small percentage. What the heck has happened? *end old lady voice*
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Guess I’m sounding like the snarky one now, eh? ;)
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Is turn over really that high? Do I get a brand new employee every. single. time. I go there? Someone who has obviously only been there for an hour. Or is on their 16th hour in a row… same effect.
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I’m just thinking that there is an opportunity here somewhere… like go get a job there, blow everyone away with my amazing skillz and set a new standard… learn everything inside and out then go to management with a proposal (attached with a hefty fee, of course) to give them all of my recommendations to improve things? Because I mean… whoa.
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If it weren’t for the “I love you – here’s Death disguised as a Happy Meal” feelings, I would never set foot in that place again.
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