I'mma going to try and keep this short, 'cause I want to get to bed early tonight...
So...Mc. Donalds. I'm finally starting to get the hang of it, and I don't find myself dying within every time I realize I have work sometime in the week. My schedule generally has 2-3 days of the week filled (Monday, Friday, and all of Saturday). Monday and Friday are obviously my preferred days to work 'cause I have less hours on those days, and I'm with coworkers I can handle more; AKA, the boys. I prefer working with the boys because they don't speak in Spanish to each other, nor do they seemingly make fun of me, nor do they joke around with each other. Thus, I feel a tad bit more welcome with them. Sadly, when I work on Saturdays I'm stuck with the girls and their weird, gossipy stories.
Alas, I have finally learned how to make the coffee/hot drinks in general! :D Well, more or less. We have WAY too many coffee options at that place...it gets confusing. Today I tried making hot chocolate for my first time though...heh...it came out all white and steamy, and after my second failed attempt, I turned to my manager and said,
"OK, I'm obliviously doing something wrong." Her eyes went wide. "You should come help me."
Apparently, I had managed to only get warm milk. Fail, yes. Go ahead and laugh. After she explained it to me, she asked if I'd remember how to make it in the future. And I'm thinking, "YOU'RE TALKING TO ME. I DON'T REMEMBER THINGS." But I said I'd try. Satisfactory, I do believe.
Hmm, what else? Oh, yes. I found ants while sweeping the floor the other day. A lot of them, too. Don't come to my restaurant if this freaks you out (but remember; you didn't hear this from me). xD
Random factoid of the day: My favorite thing EVER to do at Mc. Donalds is make the desserts, such as ice cream cones (I have just recently figured out the technique to creating a flawless cone :D), smoothies, shakes, and sundaes. Maybe it's because it's the only food I do make. The sandwiches are out of my hands--I just take orders, make drinks, make desserts, and give the food. Yesh. I used to want to work in grill, but now I don't want to have to learn something so drastically new. I think I'll stay to the cashier, thanks. ^_^
On St. Patrick's Day, this lady walks in and asks if we have any Shamrock Shakes left. I blinked and said yes. "Oh, good!" she cried. "You're going to make my little girl so happy! We've already gone to five other locations."
And guess what? We're out of it now ourselves. D: I about cried when they told me that today (jk). So did the costumers when they asked...
Oh, and I saved the best for last...Tonight was really boring and slow up until my last 15 minutes of work. I was in the lobby sweeping, having a jolly old time, when this old, creepy, hobo-looking man calls out to me.
"Ma'am? (Haha, people call me "Ma'am" now...) Have you seen my glasses?"
"No..."
"Did you take them?"
"...No, I didn't..." The manager thought it'd be a good time to get involved then.
"Kathryn, did you see his glasses when you were wiping the tables a while back?"
"No," I answered truthfully. "I didn't see them, or his newspapers, or even him! I didn't see him walk in, either."
So she went to check the cameras to make sure I hadn't just sealed my first job by stealing a customer's pair of glasses. Meanwhile, I went up to the man and asked him what the glasses had looked like.
"I'm not crazy," he muttered angrily, not answering my question. "They were right here!" He looked through his stack of newspapers for the fifth time, just to make sure. I gave up after my third try to help him, and continued with my job, avoiding the man to the best of my ability. Honestly, he was creepy.
Finally, the manager called him, and she said something like,
"I checked the tapes, and apparently, when you went to the bathroom a lady took your glasses and walked away with them."
"I don't believe you," he replied curtly. For some reason we didn't go show him the clips.
And then my time was up and I exited the building from the other side from where the man was sitting, 'cause I was honestly afraid of receiving some death glare, or worse, being attacked. Yes, my imagination runs wild.
THE END.
And thus, you got an inside view to my job. I'll tell you all more stories when they come up--they can be SO funny...!
~Kathy
