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Archive for September 16th, 2007

Bad job/good boss

Sunday, September 16th, 2007

Most people have had to work at a lousy job at some point in their life. But even the worst job can be made tolerable by good coworkers, sickness especially a decent boss.

Take for instance, McDonalds, where I worked over the summer between high school and college. There are not many jobs worse than working fast food. The pay is lousy. People treat you like a retarded leper. And you leave work every day smelling like you had been molested by a french fry. But the worst part was Happy Meal toys.

Did you know that there are people that obsessively collect each and every Happy Meal toy that comes out? And did you know that many of these people will become raving sociopaths upon the news that the new toy has sold out?

“Hey! You didn’t give my son the new plastic dinosaur! Go get us one!”
“I’m sorry sir, we’ve sold out”
“How can you be sold out?! I hate you! You’ve ruined my son’s day! I hope you get cancer! Give me the plastic dinosaur or I will leap through this drive through window and Mcbeat you to Mcdeath with my collectable summer blockbuster cup! This is the worst thing to happen to any person ever!”
“Worse than ethnic cleansing?”
“Shut up you retarded leper!”

Well at one point they were giving the customers a choice between a matchbox car or a miniature Barbie doll. This was a promotion they run nearly every summer, and they usually have a whole series of different cars and dolls. Every time they do this they always have one minority doll.

One afternoon while I was on break, this woman came running into the restaurant. She had on skimpy daisy dukes with a confederate flag on the butt, and a NASCAR tank top. She was big enough that there was enough bare skin for three normal naked people.
The lady had clearly crawled forth from a very prestigious trailer park, and she was ticked off.

She stormed up to Keisha, the only black person working on the counter at the time.

“You bastards gave my baby girl a no good, god danged ninja Barbie doll! I need a new one!”

Except that she of course, she didn’t say ninja. She said the special n-word that I am not allowed to use.

And I’ll say it again, because I can’t stress this enough: she walked up to the only black person at the front of the store to say it. The entire restaurant goes completely silent. And everyone just kind of stared at her in disbelief.

Somewhere in the back a little girl said, “Mommy what’s a ninja?”.

It was like a starter pistol. Keisha dropped the burger she was carrying, and started to go over the counter at the trailer lady. The trailer lady stated screaming about how McDonalds needs to not have *those* kind of Barbie dolls. All manner of customers start yelling at the trailer lady. And the manager leaps out from the back and grabs Keisha, preventing her from jumping over the counter.

Ignoring the chaos erupting around her, this woman starts to demand that the manager, who is visibly restraining a very ticked off cashier, give her another Barbie.

“Ma’am get out. You’re not welcome here any more.”
“You gave me a ninja doll! What are you gonna do about it?”
“If you are not gone in five seconds I am going to let Keisha go. GET OUT!”

And the woman left. Keisha got put on break, and wasn’t punished for flipping out, and the manager actually apologized to her for having had to listen to the racist nutjob. Furthermore we were told if the woman ever came back to call the police and report her as trespassing.

I have always thought that more fast food managers should threaten rude customers with a beating.