Know when to walk away and know when to run.
Unfortunately, when you're in the teens you just plain don't know, or give a shit. and that's how I came to hold the same job seven times.
I started working at McDonald's when I was 16. This wasn't my first job, nor was it my first entry in to the food industry. Anyway, it was one of the busiest McD's in America at the time due to being built right on a huge naval training station. The job was back breaking, and as you can imagine, turnaround was high.
Then here I come, a fast learner and willing to do any task no matter how nasty or hard. Ready to bend elbow to push any boulder, but I also liked to get drunk with my trailer park friends and call in to work once or twice...a night. Sometimes I would call in sick when I was scheduled and other nights because I thought I was supposed to work and called in to lie anyway. This caused quite a bit of stress for the management.
The first time I got fired was for a no-call no-show on a Thursday and Friday. The shift manager was pissed and didn't want to hear about my food poisoning (lie) so I was let go. That sunday I showed back up at work to order some food and act all sad because I wanted my job back. So, a few Mcnuggets and lies later I was back on the schedule. Things were pretty smooth for about a month and then I quit because of a desire to free up some time to get some more relaxation (see, drinking). I stayed in "quit" status for about a week before calling back up to see if they needed anybody, and of course they did. One problem though, the manager that hired me back didn't tell the other manager that she had reinstated me and the next day the clueless manager came in to see me in the back hanging out waiting to clock in. Ready for a fight he asked me into the office to berate me like the miserable middle-aged bastard that he was and fire me again. As he said over and over "I wasn't McD's material".
The third termination lasted about two weeks during which time I decided to grow out this mexi-cali style mustache and get all "edgy". It was with this new look that I got my job back for no good reason and quit a month later in a display of pride as I hung out with my buds in the lobby of the McD's while on the clock. The manager had come around the counter like he was going to break up a fight and stood right behind me and asked "Are you going to get back to work Shane, or should I clock you out?". I turned to face him smiling as wicked as a pumpkin and replied "No, I can do it. I have to get my stuff anyway." which made my friends start laughing and hooting like the bunch of teenage morons they were. I went in back grabbed my stuff and once again put my timecard on the manager's desk and walked out.
Only a month later my job was reinstated allowing me to work with the new hot girl, who I promptly started to date. About two months later I got dumped which set me off on a drinking spree that summarily got me fired. Companies have a problem with employees coming in drunk...noticably, as I learned.
Let me ask you though, how much conversin' is expected of the guy on the big mac station?
Tight-wads.
Anyway, this brought my hire/fire number to seven. Both managers were sick of my lack of work ethic, and not-all-the-time-funny outbursts, so I was finally really let go. Not even my skills making the new personal pizzas they offered which required me to go through a three day training course with a graduate from "Burger U" could save me.
Ultimately, I ended my almost two year long employment with the golden arches.
May they be damned!
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