First day down...

So I finished my first full day of working at McDonald’s today. They had me working with someone to learn handling drive-thru.

While I learned quite a lot about taking orders and such, and remembering to ask if they wanted to try the slushy in my greeting, I also learned that no matter how ridiculous some orders can get, there will always be somebody to one-up them.

Like someone ordered a hamburger with cheese. The hamburger is $1, while cheese is an extra 25 cents. Meanwhile the cheeseburgers are $1. I could have just rung it up as a cheeseburger and save them some money, I decided to fill the order as it stood. Later on, someone ordered a cheeseburger with no cheese. Like, seriously?

There was some other funny instances I can’t talk about here, mostly involving the fact I was muttering or saying things while, unbeknownst to me, my headset was still active and anyone outside at the speaker could hear me.

I also would not leave my station for anything. One of the workers said I could go to the restroom if I needed to, but I really didn’t need to. My feet were hurting but I didn’t want to say anything. So I pretty much stood in the same place for 5 hours without a single complaint or gripe.

And after I clocked out and went to the front for lunch, I ordered a McDouble and a small fry. The guy at the waiter who has apparently taken a shine to me was like “Is that all?!” then added “I’m bumping you up to a medium fry”. It didn’t cost me anything, so I’ve no complaints. I like McDonald’s fries.

All in all, I had a pretty good first day. Every was really nice and helpful to me, and the work isn’t too difficult. Although I haven’t said anything about me being trans, so I have to put up with being called the wrong pronouns. I can’t exactly be correcting customers. Thankfully it doesn’t happen too often and most of the time it’s somewhat easy to ignore. Plus I need this job. I gotta eat and pay the bills.

And they still didn’t have my uniform ready because apparently to person who deals out the uniforms is on vacation and all the uniforms are in their vehicle. I suggested them slapping a McDonald’s sticker on my shirt, except they didn’t have any stickers. So I ended up working in a Jimi Hendrix T-shirt, which thankfully was the right colour and didn’t have anything crude on it. I think maybe over the weekend I might get a couple of plain black shirts, just in case. Although it’s possible by the time I go back Sunday, they’ll have a work shirt for me.