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A Typical Day at Work


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Want to get inside my mind as I go through an ordinary work day? Too bad, because I'm going to tell you, whether you like it or not!

 

 

12:01 am: I'm finally go to sleep. I was going to go to bed at 10 pm, maybe even 9, but one thing led to another, and here I am, past midnight. Oh well, no matter what time I go to bed, I'm always miserable when I wake up. Might as well enjoy the precious few hours I've got left...

 

6:00 am: And there goes the alarm clock. Sometimes, I'm so tired, I forget what an alarm clock is, much less how to turn the damn thing off. I'm just going to lie here for 20 more minutes...

 

6:15 am: Dad comes in: "Cameron, you awake?" "*groan* Yes." I reply. "Okay, just checking..." Now I'd better get up. I take off all the bracelets and arm decorations, which always takes at least three minutes. Maybe I should take these off before I go to sleep. Might save me some time... Oh well, I'm too lazy to do that. Take off the Rainbow Dash pajamas. I suppose in my mind, this symbolizes leaving myself behind, as in a few short minutes, I'll be off to the torture chamber, aka McDonald's.

 

6:23 am: I'll take off the watch and hop in the shower. As I stand here in the warm stream of water, my mind races, trying to think of a way to get out of going to work. Of course, there is none. There's never any hope, no possible way I can weasel out of working today. I'll trudge into work like I do every day, feeling depressed and empty.

 

6:41 am: Out of the shower I go. Grab the towel.

 

6:45 am: Take off the towel, put on the watch. Now I begin my transformation from Cameron Reed into McDonald's Employee #123. First underwear and socks (obviously), pants, belt, shirt, and finally the hat. The hat is always a bit complicated. I've got to try and stuff my shoulder-length hair into a tiny little baseball cap. They hate long hair at McDonald's, at least, long hair on men. They talk about "gender equality" and all that crap, but of course they get on my back for having long hair, even though all of the female employees have hair much longer (and sometimes messier) than mine. Sure, we're all equal, the women are simply more equal than the men...

 

6:50 am: "Ready to go, Cam?" The only reply I can manage to force out of my lips is "Nngh." My dad knows what I mean.

 

6:58 am: I've arrived. My dad waves goodbye, eagerly telling me: "Have a good day, Cam!" "Ergh." I weakly grunt back. I yank open the door, go into the lobby, I'm here. Punch in my number, Cameron Reed is dead and gone, only McDonald's Employee #123 remains.

 

7:00 am: "Hi, sunshine!" says Michelle. She's pretty much a human version of Pinkie Pie. She's the only reasons I still work in this god-awful place. "Hi!" I reply, putting on a weak facade of happiness.

 

7:05 am: A bunch of old men and women come in every morning and have coffee. My personal favorite is a man who says just two words: "Coffee, cream." We all know him so well, we can perfectly decipher what he wants: Senior coffee with one cream.

 

8:00 am: I've been here an hour, but it feels like an eternity. Only seven more hours to go...

 

9:00 am: It's usually pretty dead by now. Nobody comes around here in the winter...

 

10:00 am: This hour always goes by fast. Thank God.

 

10:30 am: Switch to lunch. Idiot customers always come in around this time: "Durr, do you still have breakfast?" Is how I imagine they sound. "NO!" I mentally reply. "Do you see breakfast sandwiches on the menu?! We're serving what's on the menu, and only what's on the menu!"

 

11:00 am: Break time. Hallelujah. Clock out, punch in my Big Mac large meal, go sit in the break room. Sometimes I'm in here with Mari, a grill worker. She's Mexican. She can speak a little bit of English, but with a VERY heavy accent. I always dread meeting her in here, because she asks me questions that I can't understand, but I'm always too weak* to just tell her that I can't understand what she's saying. I just fake it, nod and smile weakly.

 

11:30 am: Back to the grindstone. Three hours and thirty minutes remain.

 

12:00 pm: It's noon, and I'm still here, my mental health growing ever worse.

 

1:00 pm: It's empty. Why can't I just go home?

 

2:00 pm: One hour left, just one hour left. Make it through this, McDonald's Employee #123, and you get to go home and chillax. Just one more hour...

 

3:00 pm: "Anything you need me to do before I leave?" I ask nonchalantly. There's always something trivial they want me to do, take out the trash, sweep the lobby, etc. Once I finish those, I'll clock out, and run to the car like a pack of angry wolves was chasing at my heels.

 

3:15 pm: I'm back home! I can become Cameron Reed again! Another day survived. Thank God I don't have to work tomorrow...

 

 

 

(*Weak. I'm always too weak. I can never say what I need to, because I'm always too weak. I can never build up the courage to tell it like it is. I just get roped into things because I'm too weak to save myself. Too weak...)

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10:00 AM: 'FAK U WORK IT'S TOO EARLY'

 

10:50 AM: Wait at bus stop and groan about work.

 

12:00-4 pm: TOYS TOYS TOYS TOYS TOYS TOYS

 

5 PM: Poniez

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I am not going to say where I work specifically, all I will say in the regard is I work as a dairy clerk in a grocery store and a backup checker which is just a barrel of laughs. My job may be different but the feelings of emptiness and depression the idea of leaving myself behind to be a number is still there. For various reasons that would take forever to explain and many of which I can't get into anyway because doing so almost got me fired I have grown to hate them more than I ever though it was possible for me to ever hate anyone.

 

Since I am second dairy clerk my typical work day is either like this

 

6:00AM-7:00AM: wake up and either go on my computer or watch ponies

 

7:00: computer or whatever else I feel like

 

8:00-8:30: shower, brush teeth ect

 

9:00: write either whatever fanfic I am working on, work on a youtube video or write in my biography which is part of my exit strategy so I don't have to be stuck in my torture chamber for the rest of my life

 

10:00: breakfast time

 

10:30: one last dose of ponies for the road

 

11:10: walk to the transit center

 

11:36: catch the bus

 

12:00: I usually start by doing a quick walk through to see what we need and if it is a Monday, Wednesday, Thursday or Saturday hope to almighty God that the wall load (yogurt, cheese, juice ect...) isn't late again.

 

1:00: Assuming said load isn't late I am probably breaking it down and working it though with the recent change in load schedule it does come on time more often which is good. This is assuming that they don't make me their monkey up front as they sometimes forget that I am only supposed to be a backup checker.

 

1:30: 10 minute break

 

1:40-3:00 or sometimes 3:30: Continue the yoyo race from the backroom to the front as I go back and forth being a checkstand monkey and breaking down and working the load.

 

3:00 or sometimes 3:30: 40 minute lunch break.

 

6:00: Time to leave the god forsaken hell hole and go home

 

Or when the first dairy clerk is off it is more like this

 

5:30 AM: wake up, shower shave ect

 

6:10: Walk to the bus station and go straight to work

 

7:00: Clock into the hellhole, do a quick walkthrough to see what we need and check to see if the milk load is there yet. If it isn't I check the expiration dates on the milk, pull all short codes and leakers and enter them into the computer. After that is done I clear up the backroom to try to make enough room for the milk load.

 

8:00: Do a quick inventory or "check in" the milk load so we know if we got what we ordered and then break down and organize the milk load which is a huge pain in the ass especially if you have a lot of empty spots.

 

9:00: I am usually done with the milk load by then assuming they don't call me up front too much so I take a quick 10 minute break.

 

9:10: Do a quick facing of the department, see what we have in back and work some repack to the shelf.

 

10:00: Hopefully my wall load is here by now but if it is a non load day I will work some more repack.

 

11:00: One hour lunch

 

12:00: If is a wall load day I will break down and work it, if not I will bring out more repack and continue to maintain everything.

 

2:00: If we are getting in a wall load tomorrow I have to put in the order which is usually not that hard so long as I know what we have which is usually the case if I am able to get through most of the repack and this is assuming they don't have me in the checkstands every 2 seconds.

 

4:00: Screw you guys I am going home.

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Fifteen years old and doing this, with full eight hour shifts? I didn't even know that was a thing anymore. It seems so 1990s.

 

I thought school was going to start soon.

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Wow...literally, wow...I feel like I have no right to be mad about what happens to me at high school anymore. Well...they better pay you a FORTUNE for this.

You get to talk to the stupidest people in the world who can't be bothered to remind themselves that it's not just simply McDonalds employee #xyz standing in front of them...there's a person in there with feelings, who could be under torture.

Thank you.

From now on I'll remember to be as accurate as possible when it comes to dealing with employees at restaurants, hotels, etc., making a possibly troubled persons job a little bit easier. For everyone's sake who work at a place like you...

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I don't work full time. Usually just three days a week. But most of those shifts are eight-hour shifts. Even during the school year. I made the mistake of telling the GM that I do online school. After I made that little blunder, she said, AND I QUOTE: "Oooh, I'm gonna have a lot of uses for you..." So now, not only am I a 15 year-old senior in high school, I also work eight-hour shifts most school days. So when I get home, depressed and angry, I get no respite, because I have to go do school!

 

From now on I'll remember to be as accurate as possible when it comes to dealing with employees at restaurants, hotels, etc., making a possibly troubled ponies job a little bit easier. For everypony's sake who work at a place like you...

 

Thank you. You have no idea how stupid some of the people that come into McDonald's are. A couple days ago, I had a customer come in and ask for "The sandwich". He just pointed at the menu, like I would automatically know what he wanted. I can't believe how retarded some people are. Is it really so hard just to say a couple words? This is what irritates me the most about working at McDonald's (which I somehow forgot to mention in the original post). Please, for the love of God people, BE SPECIFIC! Don't just say: "I want a Big Mac, drink." Do you want a combo, or just the sandwich and drink? What size of drink do you want? If all customers could just say something like: "I want a number one large.", it would make my job ten thousand times better.

 

(Wow, much bigger rant than I was expecting to make...)

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