Endgame

I stopped updating, because the computer power cord died.  Weeks later, I got a cord, and lost my motivation. Over the winter I learned everything else, sink or swim style.  A broken bone kept me out of work in march.
The prices have went up by twenty cents since I began, and I got a 20c raise over the summer.  I generally work mornings now, 6-3.  Funny, I applied for overnight.  I never see the new people.  Managers have come and went.  People too, hours always cut when new people show up.  Then they usually leave.  The boss lady even transferred to a store down the road.  Changes changes but all still the same.
After becoming a level 70 McD Employee, there's not much else to do.  Just work 40 hours a week or so, work, sleep, work, sleep.  A routine.
Broken by laughter and my non sequitur.
I've learned most of the stuff, and if I keep my head on straight, I'm damn good at it.
Customers.
They're always the snags.  Maybe they want extra food, or don't have cash, and the card is rejected.  or they just have a problem.
I'm the weird guy, everyone's used to me, and I've gotten enough confidence to mess with the newbs.  ^_^  someone kicked at me up front, and I made a weird loud noise, everyone stopped, stared at me. customers. manager boss lady.  she said.  O, it's just Travis.  everything went back to normal.
rofl.
There's a new girl, I'm going to call her Skittles.

I think I'll update this now, with musings and rants about the job.
cuz it's crap.  bullcrap.  the food, the business, the corporation, the stuff that happens, bullcrap.

It builds up.  It may not bother you too much, but over time, it builds up.  all the people passing the buck, being lazy, not doing their GAWDDAMMED jobs.  I have good work ethic, despite my 'fuck if I care' attitude.  the customers, the employees, managers, voices in your head from the headset, the yellers, the whisperers, the old lady who pisses on the floor, the picky people, the fools who don't know the menu, the beeping in the kitchen, the AMOUNT of work that needs to be done, but can't, it never ends, the heat from the grill/vats, in summer it's unbearable...
it builds up.  I dunno how some people have been there 5+ years. Some have been there 15+ years, still as crew.
Everyday we wake for it.
cuz...  what the fuck else we gonna do?
every job sucks.  sure it's crap.  And stupid.  but you only have to do 7 hours or so, then it's over.  you go home, relax and think,

hey, that wasn't so bad.

it's hard to find a job, especially today, especially if you have no skills or a degree, no drive, no ambition.
even if you do, that job will still have assholes, and bullshit.

McD has taught us amazing useless skills.  Useful, only at McD.  wrapping a sandwich superfast, pulling meat off a grill, getting an amazing short term memory, managing several things at once.
it's sick.
and useless anywhere else.
It's not that bad, sure, pay's horrible, barely worth it, but hey, it's a job.
And I still have fun on occasion, wandering around the store with a 'I don't give a fuck' attitude.