A horrible place. They pay minimum wage for maximum labor. In fact, most of the work they put their employees through is just under illegal.
People think they're dirty, but not really. The
food is properly handled and the employees aren't poor (unless they're old .... the young kids are only there for "experience" or a paycheck ... I mean, I wear Louis Vuitton and Gucci and I'm only there to become a manager, so I can have bragging rights).
The
food however is fattening. Recently, they switched the vats (the things they cook most of their
food in), from like
grease to vegetable oil or something. But that doesn't make much of a difference. They are really cheap with their
food, one sqirt of ketchup/mustard, a pinch of fake onions that come in a package, and you have to add water to make them grow, and two pickles, AND ONLY two pickles to a cheeseburger. Everything is very methodical and orderly there, and working there sucks.
You have to serve fat pigs who look down your shirt, and whiney skinny whores who bitch about calories and our menu (don't eat there if you don't want to get fat, simple as that peeps). The seniors complain when the prices go up one cent, and they make rude comments, and they show up every single day at the same time (some
people don't have lives I guess, they'd rather go to McDonald's every day).
At McDonald's you aren't allowed to talk back to customers, even though half the time they are completely wrong. No, there are no tomatoes or mustard on a Big Mac, so don't ask. No, we don't have such a thing as "A Used burger Meal". No, I don't need your five cent tip, it's only going to go to the poor Ronald McDonald's House charity anyways. I make 17$ an hour, keep your five cents. No, of course I didn't wash my hands before I served you (idiot, if we actually were unhygenic like that we'd get sued, we're running a resturant, not a science experiment). If we didn't get your order right, calm the fuck down, the sky is not falling, we'll gladly replace your burger if you
shut up and act polite about it. If not, we don't have a problem making it wrong again, just to spite you.
We are allowed to tell you to shut up, leave the store, and walk to the next McDonald's. No I don't have to take your order, it is not against the law to tell you to fuck off and walk away from you. If you want to be an ass, walk behind the counter, figure out the till yourself, and make your own
damn burger, because obviously we're not doing it fast enough for you ... or something like that. It is not a requirement for us to be polite to you, it's just something we do. In fact, our only
job is to take your order and get you the fuck out of the resturant in three minutes or less, so our
job is to be fast, not friendly.
So McDonald's in general is a horrible place to work, and a horrible place to eat. The customers always complain (says something about our service huh?) and we could quite frankly care less about your demands (says something about our attitude). It isn't a problem of the actual corperate McDonald's, they are just a bunch of executives who sit behind a desk all day, with no actual experience of what it is like to work at a McDonald's. They don't know how
hard it is to fake a
smile.
So the
definition of McDonald's is a resturant run by
people who've probably never eaten there, or worked there. It is corrupt, and the customers expect too much.
Customer: "
Fucking McDonald's folk got my Big Mac wrong! I asked for no tomatoes!"
Employee: "Sir, there aren't any tomatoes in a Big Mac ...."
Customer: (Checks sandwhich ... no tomatoes) "Oh ...."
Employee: "Have a nice day!" *Thinking (I
hope you get hit by a bus you disgusting, fat, rapist pig)
Employer: "Empty the grease
bucket, and if you do that we might be able to pay you the minimum wage ..."
Crew Trainer: "ONLY two pickles to a sandwhich ..."
Customer: "I just want to tell you that your lobby is a mess .... you should clean up after me and my disgusting, and messy family who just left five tray fulls of half eaten sandwhiches and chewed up fries. My son peed in the slide in the playplace, my daughter spilled her coke all over an old lady and your floor, and my husband took a shit in the toilet and didn't flush ... don't worry, our house isn't this messy ...."
Order Taker: (Drive Thru) "Welcome to McDonald's what can I get for you?"
Customer: "Hold on a second ... Hello? Yeah I'm in the drive thru ... what do you want? No, Jimmy can't go to soccer, NO SHUT THE FUCK UP
BITCH. No, what do you want? Hurry up, there is a line forming behind me? No way, what? Are you serious? Get out of town? Seriously? Woah man, that's messed ... anyways, you want a Big Mac?
Extra Pickles, no tomatoes? What does Karen want? WELL ASK HER! Okay, okay, alright bye."
*one second later
"HELLO? ARE YOU STILL THERE? IS MCDONALD'S CLOSED OR SOMETHING?"
Order Taker: "No ...."
Customer: "CAN I GET TEN
BIG MACS
EXTRA ONIONS, NO SORRY
EXTRA PICKLES, NO TOMATOES! AND I CAME THROUGH HERE LAST YEAR AND THEY FUCKED UP MY ORDER, I DON'T HAVE THE RECIPT BUT CAN I GET MY TEN
BIG MACS FOR FREE, THEY GOT IT WRONG LAST TIME I ASKED FOR NO TOMATOES!"
Order Taker: "Um, you don't have to yell sir."
Customer: "I'M NOT YELLING I JUST WANT YOU TO HEAR ME."
Order Taker: "I can hear you, ten
Big Macs
Extra Pickles."
Customer: "NO TOMATOES."
Order Taker: "There aren't any tomatoes on a Big Mac, anything else for you sir?"
Customer: "
Nope. I'm good."
Order Taker: "That
will be thirty eight dollars at the second window"
Customer: "THIRTY EIGHT
FUCKING DOLLARS?"
Order Taker: "Ten
Big Macs, $3.00 for a Big Mac, you do the math ...."
