I love my job. I love being a McWeirdo. I love the people I work with, I love the stress I work with, I love the amazing things I get to learn everyday. Yes, I will complain… About the customers who think they know everything, about doing schedules with an impossible target, about the occasional irritation with a co worker (I do work with an awful lotta teens…. My patience is only so great.) It may cause rifts, with the time I spend away from home. With the never ending “I will always stick up for my job” (even though sometimes I know, Josh is right and I am wrong). With the days that are almost to crazy terrible for any human being to survive.
But it is my home away from home. The first place here in Idaho I could call my own. Where I met my first friends, where i met my first roommate, where I met my husband. McDonald’s was the starting point to me building my own life. It helped us survive when every day was a battle uphill. it paid the bills, put gas in our car, put food in our house. Even when I left, I was able to come back. And let me tell ya, I don’t regret it.
Without McDonald’s, I wouldn’t have Mariesa, or Josh. I wouldn’t have had crazy adventures after dark. I wouldn’t feel nearly as accomplished about what I am capable of doing. I know that to a lot of people McD’s is a dead end job, or a joke… but really. THIS. IS. MY. LIFE. So put it down all you want. Laugh about “minimum wage hell”. Joke about people “wasting” their lives away. But I will stand proud. I love my job, I love what McDonald’s has done for me, and I can’t wait to continue my CAREER here.
A Proud McWeirdo.
Mariesa and I at our manager’s outing today.