McDonald's Employees are Always There For A Reason

I won't beat around the bush, I've seen better days.

I've also seen better jobs, better pay rates, better clientele, and better coworkers.

I'm a fry cook now. Wasn't always - but that's just how it is on this bitch of an Earth sometimes.

I could lie and blame any number of factors - I won't. My work history these last few years is abysmal, holding down jobs - very big issue for someone with a mind like mine. That is to say - momentary insanity is a reoccurring problem, I'm not trying to jerk myself off over here and claim I'm "too smart" to work - that's retarded. I digress. There are, admittedly, a few "defects" in my mind that have made steady work a hard thing to keep.

Things are going well enough at this job, but I have realized that - there is always a reason if someone is working at McDonald's. That reason is never "because I want to work at McDonald's".

The older one gets, I will also say as a rule of thumb, the more intricate the reason becomes.

I will get just a little fatalistic here.

Every domino that was ever knocked over, every step in one direction or another, every moment of every day has always lead up to the current moment - and there was never any "other way" - there are no alternate timelines, time travel doesn't exist, there is no "multiverse" - everything was always going to happen one way, that's just how things are.

As such, if you can go through your entire life, lets say 40-some odd years, and still wind up working as a fry cook in a McDonald's - there is almost certainly something wrong with you.

As opposed to a 16 year old, who is almost certainly just working the job because they want money to enjoy the last bit of their teenage years.

No, if you've managed to fuck up somewhere along the line and wind up as an entry level employee at a McDonald's, at any age above like 26 or 27 - I think it's safe to say it's a "you" problem, nothing else.

There's two newer employees, they are both much older than me, at least in their 40's - they are both fat and unsightly, and they are both some of the most annoying motherfuckers I have met to date.

There is very little sense of personal space with them, they're loud, obnoxious - and they look grody as hell. I don't know necessarily - in concrete and quantifiable terms - how unsanitary they are, but they look unsanitary.

One is a man, fat man, he limps around - his legs are always pooled with stagnant blood, he wears shorts so that all may see his discolored reddish-purple shins and his twisted and sickening varicose veins. He speaks at length, in no particular direction, about the world as it was around him when he was in high school. He stutters, he mumbles but loudly - a motormouthed lobotomite of sorts - who bragged on his first day about his history of chemical dependencies, and his affinity for smoking crack rocks. He is vile, he is disgusting - and for some reason he tries to find every way imaginable to route every conversation back to the Insane Clown Posse.

The other, a woman - a fat woman - she doesn't inch into people's personal space - she does everything in her power to take it by force. "Mind the bubble" has no meaning to this wretched broad (and I assure you, she is "broad") - she is 45 or so, and she lives in an RV Park, in an RV no less. She has a dog - I have never heard her speak about it but I know that she has one, because it sheds. It sheds so much, and this unsanitary bitch doesn't know what a fucking lint roller is, and her dog's hair has wound up in an unbelievable amount of places inside the kitchen. I have begun ignoring my free meal for this reason, I don't wish to ingest some wretched broad's dog's hair. Ever. She's had multiple pulmonary embolisms - and swears that the doctor said she's "not allowed to eat fruits and vegetables" (get a load of this wretched and fat bitch) - she is loud, and she does that thing that I've always hated where she, a 45 year old woman, tries to sound like a fucking child for some dumb reason. She never calls them "nuggets", she refers to them as "nuggies" - and it makes me feel violent. She has a kid, 17 - I hope for his sake that he doesn't live in the RV with her and her mutt.

I intend to talk at length about a few interactions that these two had, as it was a frightening thing to behold - but I am using these two as the main example because - every step they ever took lead them to this McDonald's, and I don't think they understand that. I see no life behind their cold, dead, eyes - at least not any intelligent life. They are hollow people, devoid of that spark that those who truly live, and breath, and think have. It was a frightening thing to see, even now I'm imagining their faces, and they're contorted. Her nose is crooked, and sharp - not unlike the depictions of witches in those old cartoons we all watched around October as kids - and his teeth, they seem sharp, and jagged, and discolored - gray and yellow, and their skulls - I shudder to think of what an X-Ray might show - misshapen, strange, alien looking things.

I will be at this job as long as it takes, my goals - many of them - are achievable, and within a relatively short period of time no less. But I must suffer to get there, no doubt.

If you're going through hell, keep going - best to suffer now that I may reap great satisfaction later.