I remember when I started working at McDonalds at the end of the eighth grade. They gave me like, two four-hour shifts a week for the first few weeks because I was new and not very knowledgable of the McDonald arts. Now at LC they had me come in on a Monday, told me how that I'd be doing this one basic part of the assembly of a pizza for about my first three weeks and let me go. Then, they gave me a schedule I would've had in my prime at McD's. I worked Monday, Wednesday, today and I also work tomorrow. Those days combined will equal 23 hours.
The whole atmosphere of the place makes me feel indifferent, though. There are a bunch of faces I've seen from school, only a couple I've actually talked to. The people I've worked with in close quarters have been all nice people. But others around that I haven't talked to besides an 'excuse me' or something kind of give me a bad look or something...like I'm fucking something up. That reminds me! Today in the thing I do (sheet outs) I was working with this other kid. I know exactly how to do this shit and I know I did it right. But since I am new I wondered if I was doing it wrong because the other kid did it the opposite of what I did. I just shrugged it off and kept on. A little while later after the other guy left, I overheard the one bitch that was 'dressing' the pizzas tell someone else to show me how to do sheetouts correctly. I probably wasn't supposed to hear her, but I did. I was thinking, 'what a fuckin bitch, it was that other guy.' But anyways, the person she was talkin to came up and said, 'ok lemme show you how to do this right - you have to do this and this.' I was like, 'yeah, I know exactly how to, and that's how've I've done it all day.' They were like, oh ok.
Anyways, I'm done ranting.