I've always found monotasking to be much more useful than multitasking.

[mmmrorschach]

In the past month, two different retail salespersons have told me that my 'thank yous' sound very sincere. Well, they are, but hearing them say that made me think that maybe they sound more sincere than they need to be, which of course means they actually sound insincere. It's like on the internet, where once someone is convinced you're being

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[mmmrorschach]

Yeah, that always bothered me a little when people didn't even look at you when they thanked you. Just your standard spontaneous politeness, but they did say it, so I never held anything against them.

I always characterized it as more of a clicking noise, but any noise is better than it just sitting there quietly like it's depressed or has given up talking.

[mmmrorschach]

Depending on what you were doing, McDonald's shifts could be interminable. At the concession stand I got to do everything myself and talked a lot with the customers, so that was almost fun. At the QuikTrip gas station there was so much stuff to do that shifts flew by and everyone there had agreeable personalities. Working retail was less than ideal but I never hated going to work or anything. It was alright. Where did you work? How was it?

But at the same time you don't want them too chatty. If you ever feel like you have to soothe it, than your computer has taken its personality TOO FAR.

[mmmrorschach]

All those jobs put together only added up to around four years, so it wasn't that much. And I'm glad I never had to upsell anything (besides asking if they would like fries with that) because I feel really awkward when someone does that to me, and I'd feel really uncomfortable asking people to buy things they didn't ask for, especially if that thing had an obscene profit margin.

Actually, at the McDonald's I worked at we had pretty spiffy red polyester shirts and one time an employee from another McDonald's came in to borrow an industrial size bag of ketchup and his work shirt was a ratty-looking blue cotton thing. Then after he left, we made light of his inferior uniform shirt. We all had a good laugh before remembering that we were working at a McDonald's too.