McDonald's Corporation Complaint - Selling my Soul to McDonalds
JACKSONVILLE, FLORIDA -- It was just the start of January 2009 when I was hired at the local McDonalds. I was more than happy to begin working; it was exciting to be a part of the experience--or so, I thought.
First off, I want to say I am truly surprised at how many people eat at McDonalds, and how MUCH. After all it was not too long ago when there was such an uproar about the fast food corporation because of documentaries like "Fast Food Nation" or "Super Size Me" (very good documentaries too!).
My full-time job was very much confused with hell thanks to both customers, managers, and other employees. Not saying of course that ALL the customers, managers, and other employees were a nightmare to deal with, because some of them were pretty cool.
Customers always complained about how long it took for them to get their order taken and receive their food, it was because this was the second most busy McDonalds in all of Jacksonville. This restaurant is the ONLY fast food restaurant right off the Interstate near here. I had lines of families waiting to order, and when they approached me and my register they would just complain about how they couldn't find a parking spot, how the drive-thru was backed up around the whole building, or how long it took me to take their order. What was I suppose to do about that? I was pushing those buttons on my register as fast as I could.
They threw fits when I told them extra sauce was 25 cents. They cried when I couldn't take coupons over their expiration date. They would taunt the front cashiering workers for packets of ketchup when there was an obvious ketchup pump with little paper-cup holders right next to the soda machine while they were dining in; and it seemed that they would take those ketchup packets and coat a section of the trays in them so we would have to scrub them down real good.
Some of the managers and employees were worse. I had worked morning shift, and at 2:00 pm the night shift were SUPPOSE to come in and take our spots. Every day, they were always late and that meant I had to stay after until they decided to get there. And when they did arrive there they got away with a slap on the wrist, and I'm pretty sure I have not gotten a single dime from working overtime like that. Those night shift workers had it good. They wore jeans and high-heels to work sometimes, and listened to their ipods their entire shift. Those night shift managers let them do whatever they wanted.
I had problems were night shift were suppose to stock the front area for us cash registering people for morning shift, and sometimes they never did.. causing us problems with the customers and the morning managers. That too was a slap on the wrist for night shift.
We had hired a girl from South Korea who learned 10 years worth of English but still had somewhat of an accent. I always overheard the other employees and even the managers make smart remarks about how she should learn how to talk English right, or how they were disgusted with her culture.
Sometimes at the end of the day I would have money missing out of my drawer, and it puzzled me why because I was so damn good with money. After I payed McDonalds back with the money out of my paycheck I learned that managers were using my register when I was out for lunch. So I had to pay for their careless mistakes!
One day after work, I was called by one of my managers to take her home and I agreed to do it. I thought her house was nearby but it was clear over in Orange Park. While we were driving there she asked me if I can sign a rental car for her in my name and if she could borrow my credit card. She also stole money from out of the registers there at McDonalds, and stole a credit card from a customer. And guess what? She still works there.
The week after that happened I quit.
Now I couldn't tell you about the food there. I vowed to stop eating at fast food places a long time ago and that's working out very well for me. But hey, the apple dippers with caramel there are pretty tasty!