My stomach hurts...
Today I did my first breakfast shift. Thing is, I was never formally trained on how to do it. I had no knowledge of any of the special deals, how to do different breakfast things, nor did I even know what most things were. I don't eat McDonald's breakfasts.
Sure enough, it was busy as hell. I had a runner for a bit (runner=person who assembles your orders while you take the orders of the massive crowd) So that was no problem, I don't mind doing the cash register. However, I found myself in some problematic situations. I found myself with a few orders at once. Getting coffee ready is tough enough for me; I don't do coffee. My family doesn't drink it. It's also very awkward there.
Customers got impatient, one demanded her money back, but I was able to give her order just as she did. Another commented that this place needs to speed up. I felt like a total screwup, and responcible for ruining the entire morning there. However, I realized it wasn't really my fault. I made screwups now and then, but the big delays were the grill workers. I assmembled my shar of the orders, drinks, but when I went to grab the sandwiches or whatever from the grill, they just weren't there. The manager commented that there weren't enough people back there, and it shows. My items weren't ready when I needed them, and took a long time to make. That's the thing about servering: You get the easy work, but everything is blamed on you.
Things calmed down, and I okay. My manager said I could go on break, and I rung in my order. He was going to discount it, but he was busy, and just said "Just go ahead Joey. I got it. You've had a miserable day." and I got my meal for free. That happens sometimes, apparently. That was a nice gesture from one seriously stressed manager, who's living out the great North American nightmare: Working at McDonalds for 30 years.
When my shift ended, I was further frustated by the fact I'm only working tommorow and next Saturday, a total of 11 hours. I went outside to find my mom waiting in my dad's truck. I asked why she took it, and she said my dad had taken the car. Where? To Cape Breton. That's a good 3 hours away. Cape Breton? Why did he just go to Cape Breton? Apparently, my grandfather got really sick from probable food poisoning, but he'll be alright.