Where dreams go to die

2013-6-13

Surely, I jest.  McDonalds was one of the most enjoyable places I ever worked, and I’m not being sarcastic when I state that!  Working at McDonalds was like going to summer camp, except I made more money.  That being said, the McDonalds near my residence… It is not a happy place.    Much the opposite, I suspect.  The type of place where orders are screwed up, not out of error, but out of spite, as the only means of expression employees have against “the man”. -sigh- I just wanted crispy chicken on my wrap.

 

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