Day At The Job
Wow. It has been such a long time since I've last updated this journal with my personal thoughts, or with anything. It would be quite fun to look back, maybe a year from now, and see what I had to say--amusing actually.
Well, it has been my third week at my first job. At age 16. Yep, but you won't imagine where. It would be the last place I would want to be, but for some stupid reason I got the job. :| If you couldn't guess, it was McDonalds. At first I completely hated the job...the following day after my 2st day there, my entire body ached. I'm not sure if it was food poisoning...because I had also eaten for my first time cafeteria food (I had some fries and a sandwhich). But that doesn't matter because it's fun now...
The people you meet there are interesting, and funny thing is I have a lot of in common with most of them. They're just so nice, and most of the customers as well. Today before leaving at 10 pm some group of guys [4] came to order and they had A LOT to order. I messed up on the first guys change, since I wanted to leave. On the second guy, didn't like him too much--his sarcasm sucked, or how Nigel puts it: "It wasn't rich." So I forgot what I did...okay now I remember. I dropped some of his change on his hand, and he made a sigh...and I responded with "I'm out, so I'm rushing." So it wasn't a good thing to say, but I could careless about what I had to say to these guys. He ended up telling me it didn't matter, in his sarcastic tone, and it ended with "Are you in a hurry to smoke some weed?" Obviously I said no since I don't even know what exactly it looks like, but that ended it. I just wanted to leave.
I have to go tomorrow...four hours. I can barely last that, but the people there make it go by fast. What would I do without them?