Working in the fast food industry

Working In The Fast Food Industry

As I step into the dismal gloom of the workplace, I am nauseated by the odor of fast food. Soggy fries and fattening burgers, the greasiness of it all lingering in the air. This is what the majoritiy of the population of America craves. I clock in during the breakfast hours, slowly realizing as usual that my day will be going to waste. What fun can eight hours of the idiocy of others really bring you?

The manager calls our muffin sandwich a McMuffin, but since I do not work at McDonalds, I have trouble understanding how it is a McMuffin.The breakfast hour goes by quickly. Lunch begins and I am reminded of how dumb some people really are.

Customer: I want three double cheeseburgers and a double cheeseburger with out cheese.
Me:(reading back the order) So that's three double cheeseburgers and a double hamburger.
Customer:(looking at me as if I am the stupid one) No. I said three double cheeseburgers and another double cheeseburger with no cheese.
Me:(thinking about what an idiot this lady is)A double hamburger IS a double cheeseburger with no cheese.
Customer:(now looking completely awestruck) Oooohhhh, we didn't know that.

What a moron. On the topic of double cheeseburgers, there's this guy that used to come in every week to complain about the price of a bacon double cheeseburger. If he cares so much, he can make his own damn cheeseburger cause I'm tired of hearing him. FISH SANDWICH.

Customer:What kind of fish is in your fish sandwich?
Me:The kind that you eat. (A skill I picked up at my other job, also at a restaurant.

Then we have the dailies that come in. The idea of living off of fast food revolts me. I can hear my arteries hardening due to the cholesterol as I type this. Not a pretty site.

I am relieved when my half-hour break comes. Usually when my break is over, I'm dying to clock back in due to the unbearable boredom of eating a chicken sandwich.