This week's Friday Five is all about the great learning experience my first job was. I was a burger babe at McDonald's.
So, five things I learned, courtesy of McDonald's.
1. If you hit your funnybone while carrying a large order of fries, fries will scatter like confetti, positively RUSHING to get under every cart and appliance in sight so you have to practically get down on the floor to gather them into the dustpan.
2. Teenage girls can have shockingly dirty mouths. We had wireless headsets for the drive through with both a public and private frequency, and some of the girls seemed unable to communicate on the private line without profanity of the most descriptive kind. A local HAM or CB radio operator could pick up the private line and complained to the FCC.
3. You never know what to expect when working the drive-through. One man pulled up after ordering four quarter pounders, no bun, no condiments. I went to pass them through the window, and a cougar's head looked back at me. The man had a full-grown puma in that Bronco, chained with a collar to the back upper corner. I made the man reach out for the sack of meat. Can you blame me?
4. There is nothing so traumatic, nor so destined to gum up the works, as a romantic breakup of one of the guys in the grill and one of the girls in the drive-through. Angst everywhere and filling up the trash cans.
5. Though I learned a lot, working at McDonald's was a great incentive to get myself to college and find some other line of work. I didn't want to be asking folks, "Do you want fries with that?" for the rest of my life.
What was your first job? What did it teach you?