A Quiet Oasis
At McDonald's we're doing a charity drive for the Ronald McDonald house. We suggestive sell (or at least attempt to sell) a paper hand for a dollar. That dollar goes toward the charity. But it also goes to less important, more significant things. Like the $10 million goal. Or the in-store competition. Or the $25 bonus that comes with selling the most.
So far I've sold six. Compare that to the fifty-three sold by Sara in the first day. I think I'm a little behind. Really, I don't care about the reward. I know that our little store can't compete with the giants that are Grand Ledge and Canal. We try, and I guess that's all that we can do.
Today I had a customer come up to me and tell me off because she didn't like the way her $1.06 double-cheeseburger was cooked. politely I gave her a new one. In my head I was telling her to get over it. Another customer said that just by buying our over-priced heart-attacks he was contributing to our cause. I told him that I couldn't argue his logic and gave him his change.
All-in-all, though, I love my job. I love the people I work with (minus the select few) and I adore the majority of the people we serve. Milo, for example, is one of the role model senior citizens. Always dressed like he will somehow show up somewhere important and always speaking like he's having a conversation with the President. The world needs more people like Milo. More people that take their coffee with two shots of sugar and always politely and patiently ask for a refill. I look up to people like him. I never would have known that if I didn't get hired.
It's people like that that make the world a little better. You see someone that has survived horrors of this place and instantly you think, "wow, I guess there is some good left." Every day I remember that even though some people are real assholes there are still quite a few good souls left around this place. You just have to look.
So far I've sold six. Compare that to the fifty-three sold by Sara in the first day. I think I'm a little behind. Really, I don't care about the reward. I know that our little store can't compete with the giants that are Grand Ledge and Canal. We try, and I guess that's all that we can do.
Today I had a customer come up to me and tell me off because she didn't like the way her $1.06 double-cheeseburger was cooked. politely I gave her a new one. In my head I was telling her to get over it. Another customer said that just by buying our over-priced heart-attacks he was contributing to our cause. I told him that I couldn't argue his logic and gave him his change.
All-in-all, though, I love my job. I love the people I work with (minus the select few) and I adore the majority of the people we serve. Milo, for example, is one of the role model senior citizens. Always dressed like he will somehow show up somewhere important and always speaking like he's having a conversation with the President. The world needs more people like Milo. More people that take their coffee with two shots of sugar and always politely and patiently ask for a refill. I look up to people like him. I never would have known that if I didn't get hired.
It's people like that that make the world a little better. You see someone that has survived horrors of this place and instantly you think, "wow, I guess there is some good left." Every day I remember that even though some people are real assholes there are still quite a few good souls left around this place. You just have to look.