I still work at McDonalds. It's a surprise to everyone who knows me (including myself). To be honest, 99 per cent of the customers are very friendly. Unfortunately, it's the managers that are rather abusive. I worked in many different customer service areas in the past, and I haven't never being treated so harshly by managers before. I don't think I would take it so hard if the customers were rude as well. But the friendly treatment of the customers is what makes the behavior of the managers stand out so much. I have no idea if this how is at all McDonalds, or just my area ( Fallon is not exactly the friendliest town I have lived in.
Yesterday at work was interesting. Every other customer was commenting on how friendly or positive I am. In fact, one customer got my name ( I was never issued a name badge) and said she was going to call customer service to tell them about her good experience with me.
While I admit that I am respectful, and friendly to the customers... it's not as if I am doing anything special. The sad truth is that a lot of the other workers (and especially the managers) are very rude to the customers.... so my behavior stands out. But I am only treated customers they way they should be treated. It's sad that I am special because of that.
Once again I am only speaking for my location, since this is the only McDonalds I have worked at. I just don't want anyone in this community that might work elsewhere thinking I am trying to make everyone look bad.
The managers only care about times and number. I mean sure, we might have fast times today, but does it really matter if are slamming the food on the counter and practically throwing the food out the drive thru window???
I am known (by the managers) as the slowest drive thru crew member (which is why I am permanently at the front counter). Well, excuse me for smiling, making eye contact, greeting the customers warmly, and giving everyone my full attention. That will take an extra few seconds. Sheesh!
Anyways. Life goes on.
I can't believe it's been almost two years since I left my husband. The time flew by. I don't really feel that I have made much progress in emotional recovery considering the amount of time that has passed, but everyone else says I have. I guess it hard to be objective.
My grandmother lost her battle to (nonsmokers) lung cancer in February. She died while I was in the air, flying to New Jersey to see her and my mother. It was sad, but my grandmother had no regrets and lived a full life.
My mother is dealing with abnormally large kidney stone. The surgery keeps getting postponed due to the size of the stones. Her left kidney is functioning at about 6%. O_o
It's time to see what Nevada is all about so when I leave to get closer to my mom I am not saying to myself " I wish I would have see Vegas at least once". My mother agrees. Before you freak out, my mom is OK. The kidney thing is scary, but she is not about to die.
There is nothing for me in Nevada as far as friends or family. I want to at the very least get my ass back in Texas, so I at least "only" halfway across the country from Mom. Since my mother doesn't plan on staying in NJ anymore (what's left of our family is literally scattered all over the country), I am not making any permanent plans over moving there, even though I will of course visit as much as I can while she is still there.
I am sorry this post is so long and packed, but that is my fault for not updating regularly.
I hope that everyone is doing well.
Thanks for reading.
