I Hate McDonald’s
I don't work, I slave.
I hate the bums I have to see every day.
I hate lying customers.
I hate the customer that called me a Bitch.
I hate that bitch.
I hate washing tables after people my age because they're too childish to clean up after themselves.
I hate working drive through and seeing parents that are high driving their children to get food off the dollar menu. I'm not talking about I smoked some weed high either, I'm talking about my head is falling and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head while my soul takes a flight off of something stronger type of high.
I hate it.
I hate the town I work in, Buckroe, screaming crawling and hungry crackheads everywhere. They order large portions while slurring their speech, trying to flirt, and anxious to eat.
I hate having to walk home from work in the environment, mind you I'm only 18.
I hate walking to work. In both conditions it's cold, freezing my poor brittle bones aching cold.
Most of all, I hate getting paid minimum wage for all the shit I go through and I don't get to keep half my checks because I always have to give my mom some portion, so yes, I am slaving.
Fuck McDonald's.
I must attain an education.