This essay was given by a woman citizen of US
McDonald’s is the last place I want to go to. At times it seems like a business from Hell. It’s so hot that the air conditioning stops working, so aggravating that head-aches became chronic, and time moves so slow that it seems we’re burning up for forever and forever. Customers yell at the mangers because it takes so long for them to get their food. Mangers fuss at us because the food is not up, and the customer won’t stop staring them in their face. We, the frustrated hard-working victims, are ready to stream because we’re trying, failing, and ready to go “home.” But just when quitting seems like the right thing to do, a paycheck is delivered into the palms of my hands. All the suffering and enduring is worth much when a three hundred dollar pay check is lying there waiting to be cashed and spent. The biggest payback for my hard work came not in one of my many checks, but instead in the few words of some of the customers.