So...This is What It Feels Like to be Overqualified....
So apparently many have noticed my facebook reference to working at McDonalds and have inquired as to whether or not I was "lovin' it." Sadly, I may never know.
I sought employment at McDonalds for a night job to make a little extra cash money, right? I'm not above a little burger flipping, and I've always loved the way "Would you like fries with that?" has rolled off my tongue. I always felt it was an amusing gift, but surely not a talent I would have to utilize. But alas, I found myself at the golden arches, filling out an application that reminded me at every step of the wonderful career path I had chosen. So I turned it in and the manager looked it over, engaged in a little small talk about high school, said that her brother was a TKE, and that she was sure she could help me out. While I was glad to have a job offer, after being shot down at Bruno's, Dollar General, and Rite-Aid, among others, it did occur to me that this was McDonalds. I was now that guy. I have a college degree and I'm working at McDonalds. That's right...I am single-handedly decreasing the value of all of your diplomas! Take that, my fellow alumni!
So the manager asks me to come back Sunday at 3:30 to fill out some paperwork and we could get started. At this point, I was a little jazzed about getting to wear those cool green shirts with the awesome black visor, so I left on a little bit of a high. Sunday rolls around, as does Tropical Storm Arlene. Hardly a force to be reckoned with, I know, but at 3:30 pm it was at its worst where I live, and my baby Sentra was practically floating. But hey, I am not one to slack off, even at McDonalds. Being the good employee that I am, I drove up there anyways. There is not one customer at McDonalds, but I did find the manager, who surprised to find me there said," Wow! I didnt think anybody would show up, so I didnt even bring the paperwork. My bad. Can you come Monday after you get off work?" Being very understanding about the whole thing, but questioning her managerical abilities, I assured her I would be there. So I launched from the McDonalds parking lot and sailed on home.
Quitting time arrives on Monday, so I head back to McDonalds, ready to dazzle my new coworkers. I walk in and get to the front of the line and this is the exchange:
"Hi, welcome to McDonalds! What can I get for you?"
"...The manager..."
He now looks puzzled slightly (probably wondering what to charge for that or if I would like it supersized), but calls over a consultant. I inform the ominpotent assistant manager that I was here to fill out paperwork and to see the manager. He too looks puzzled. Curious myself now, I asked the obvious question--"Is she here?" I am now told that she is not, and in fact, is on vacation for the rest of the week. Awesome. Well I am now positive that she has taken some executive training from Wal-Mart in customer service and human resources. I politely thank the two young men and head out the door, quite probably never to return.
So next time someone asks if I'm "lovin' it," I think I'll respond with the old saying, "It is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all."
I sought employment at McDonalds for a night job to make a little extra cash money, right? I'm not above a little burger flipping, and I've always loved the way "Would you like fries with that?" has rolled off my tongue. I always felt it was an amusing gift, but surely not a talent I would have to utilize. But alas, I found myself at the golden arches, filling out an application that reminded me at every step of the wonderful career path I had chosen. So I turned it in and the manager looked it over, engaged in a little small talk about high school, said that her brother was a TKE, and that she was sure she could help me out. While I was glad to have a job offer, after being shot down at Bruno's, Dollar General, and Rite-Aid, among others, it did occur to me that this was McDonalds. I was now that guy. I have a college degree and I'm working at McDonalds. That's right...I am single-handedly decreasing the value of all of your diplomas! Take that, my fellow alumni!
So the manager asks me to come back Sunday at 3:30 to fill out some paperwork and we could get started. At this point, I was a little jazzed about getting to wear those cool green shirts with the awesome black visor, so I left on a little bit of a high. Sunday rolls around, as does Tropical Storm Arlene. Hardly a force to be reckoned with, I know, but at 3:30 pm it was at its worst where I live, and my baby Sentra was practically floating. But hey, I am not one to slack off, even at McDonalds. Being the good employee that I am, I drove up there anyways. There is not one customer at McDonalds, but I did find the manager, who surprised to find me there said," Wow! I didnt think anybody would show up, so I didnt even bring the paperwork. My bad. Can you come Monday after you get off work?" Being very understanding about the whole thing, but questioning her managerical abilities, I assured her I would be there. So I launched from the McDonalds parking lot and sailed on home.
Quitting time arrives on Monday, so I head back to McDonalds, ready to dazzle my new coworkers. I walk in and get to the front of the line and this is the exchange:
"Hi, welcome to McDonalds! What can I get for you?"
"...The manager..."
He now looks puzzled slightly (probably wondering what to charge for that or if I would like it supersized), but calls over a consultant. I inform the ominpotent assistant manager that I was here to fill out paperwork and to see the manager. He too looks puzzled. Curious myself now, I asked the obvious question--"Is she here?" I am now told that she is not, and in fact, is on vacation for the rest of the week. Awesome. Well I am now positive that she has taken some executive training from Wal-Mart in customer service and human resources. I politely thank the two young men and head out the door, quite probably never to return.
So next time someone asks if I'm "lovin' it," I think I'll respond with the old saying, "It is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all."
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