THIS IS NOT A WRESTLING/VIDEO GAME POST! JUST A FATMAN GETTING HIS THOUGHTS OUT!
People have always told me that you shouldn't keep your emotions bottled up because it could be bad for your health. Well, hold my feelings in no longer. I'm about to drop a CM Punk produced PIPEBOMB about my job at the McDonalds in Holmes, PA.
That store is a freaking joke. Everyone there are hypocrites, everyone there can't be trusted, and everyone there will turn on you as long as it benefits themselves. I'm sick and tired of it. When I left back in June, I left feeling that I was appreciated and knowing that if things didn't work out, I could always come back and start moving up the ladder, until I got my life on track. When I came back, it took them 2 MONTHS to even talk about me becoming a crew trainer, which is the next step up from McDonalds slave. I really believe they wanted me to be a crew trainer only because my girlfriend/fiancé pushed for them to move me up. After four months of not showing any interest, they took me off the list, which is fine, but then they chose 6 others to become crew trainers as well. I'm fine with this because with that promotion comes a stank ass attitude that I refuse to deal with.
I've been at this particular job for 2 and a half years. I've made some friends and I've definitely made some enemies now. When they first started giving crew trainer jobs out, most of the people who got them were friends of mine. After they got the promotion, they changed. They started barking orders and becoming snooty. Like McDonalds was THEIR store, like the job REALLY mattered. Even my fiancé's attitude around the job changed. They all carried themselves like they were better than everyone else and still do to this day. That they are the best of the best. The best of the best at making little to no money anyway but I digress. Point is, the attitude of the shirt/promotion was something I didn't want to deal with.
Another thing was the fact that I was probably going to make the jump to mornings if I took said promotions. I'm a night owl through and freaking through and me being at that place at 8 or 9 in the morning scares the living crap out of me, plus I refuse to learn more about the store for the same amount of money, call me crazy, I just won't do it. And the morning crew think they are God's gift to McDonalds. And they hold grudges as well. They are currently having a war with some elderly people who come in all the time AKA they are having a war with LOYAL CUSTOMERS! If they put all that effort into something more productive, like, I don't know, cleaning the damn store or actually realizing that people like me deserve more than what they get, I wouldn't be typing this pointless and long entry. And pure laziness kicked in as well. I just had started going out with the love of my life so excuse me for being a little distracted.
The 6 people that are going to become crew trainers all have different issues, but I like all of them. Already though, the red is going to their heads. That's a saying my manager said because the crew trainer shirt is red at the job. Anyway, they already have ego problems and think they're better than everyone else so I guess they're just getting ready for the inevitable. Here's a funny story; one of the potential crew trainers undermined a manager's authority, got sent home, and just got a talking to the next day. Another employee did the same thing, but got suspended for it. I guess they didn't want to suspend the favorite. I also wonder if it had anything to do with the potential crew trainer being white and the other employee being black? Probably because that job is racist as hell, but that's a whole other rant for a whole different day.
Favoritism is all around that damn store. When I first started, I was a favorite. I came in every time I was scheduled, I stayed late, I even came in when there was a God dang BLIZZARD! They loved me, I had them in the palms of my hands. What happened you ask? Well, as I continued to work there, my innocent card began to fade away. Also, I left them high and dry back in June, but I did come back so they can't hold that against me. I think the main reason why I'm not a favorite is because of the woman that I've chosen to be with. If you read my end of the year blog post, you know I'm dating a co-worker of mine and she's a veteran of McDonalds, but she's also known to having some attitude problems. I think when they saw me pursue her, they also saw that I wasn't the innocent Brother Marcus they had believed me to be. Whatever, I'm glad that they see me for what I truly am. I never tried to mask what I was, but they just got a certain image of me in their heads that I couldn't erase for a year and a half. It's funny, it took them a year and a half to get the image and it took barely 2 months for it to completely vanish. And by them, I mean the genius management team at McDonalds.
Look, I don't want this to come across as sour grapes, (CM Punk anyone) because I'm not scornful over the fact that I was overlooked for a promotion. It was my fault, I should haven taken more initiative and actually showed that I cared. Basically, I should've kissed more ass and been fake. I'm just fed up with all the crap and I just wanted to get some things off my chest. I definitely have a lot more, but I'm just going to stop and relax. I had this whole CM Punk is to me as WWE is to Holmes McDonalds, but maybe that will come later. Thanks for reading and never come to Holmes McDonalds for food.
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