Interview and Orientation

I've no idea how long this blog will last... McDonald's shouldn't be a fun place to work... but neither should washing dishes or attending a gas station. And I loved those.
Upon entering I noticed some type of manager training goin on in the 'party room', an area in the back that has tiny walls and a couple tables. The only difference to this 'party room' was instead of stunning farm vistas and trees, it was decorated with creepy smiling kids and that iconic clown. I listened to that as I waited...
They make you read a long diddy about the rules, policies and other stuff. After I read that, I had to wait because they were busy. Who schedules an interview at 3:30? (or even 4:30? I saw he had more papers for other people..with times on em.) This interview went a LOT better than the last one. For starters it wasn't in the storage room of a kum n go. I felt a little bit better also. Guy looked average, young to middle aged. We sat at a booth in the back. Shook hands. I've tried to shake hands more firmly instead of weakly touching someone. To be nicer, and more manly. Woo. He hadn't read my online application. He looked it over, asked about my jobs. Then came the usual killer. "why do you want to work at Mcdonalds?"
"Well it's fairly cloe to the new house, and I like the cheeseburgers."
"Good enough for me." He said he had to go check on something and left me there to stare at the wall nervously.
He returned after several long minutes with incredible news:
"We're gonna go ahead and hire you"
(words I've waited months to hear)
After that I got homework to do, fillin out tax forms and junk. They may hire anybody, but I've applied to every place that hires everybody and this is the result.

Orientation was the next day, at the store. I got lucky. I've heard some are farther away and such. There were three other people back in the party room. I listened to the small talk. One guy said he couldn't get any other job because he's a felon. Just some stupid shit he did when he was 17, property damage and such, and now it's nearly screwed him for life. A chick was there, moved out, was pregnant, living with a friend. Needed a job. Other guy didn't engage in the small talk. Orientation was just verbalising what I read the day before. Had to sign some things. Saw the greasy insides of the McDonald's. Tasty.
Nothing else to do. Put my hair up in the hat, no problem, shaving no problem. They said it was because old people with their skewered old people perceptions, are stuck in the 50s, and guys aren't supposed to have long hair. Well f*ck them. But I need that paycheck, and it's not as bad as workin at Wal-Mart. Oh and I can't play that monopoly game. BS. I've played it nearly every year!
The uniform and all the rules make me feel like it's 1984... but it's not that bad. They're more guidelines. As they should be.

I work and get a uniform on monday...