- Joined
- Mar 21, 2023
Small town upbringing, so you end up working quite a few fast food jobs. Mcdonalds is the only one I have ever worked where the Managers encouraged you to fuck with the food, not follow food safety or cleanliness, hired the worst kind of people (we had a fucking line cook who had endless weeping sores from meth on his arms, we kept him in the back back so customers couldn't see). Shit like "ice skating" on a few patties before they get cooked. Hiring literal retards who beat off in the freezer, and the manager just saying "Oh, just throw away the top layer, it didn't get on the stuff underneath." Plus, if you have never seen what the underside of equipment like friers, shake machines, even the fucking ice machines look like at a McDicks, you have no fucking clue. I have seen gross shit at the other places I worked, but I'll still eat there if I need to.
But not McDonald's. If I was dying of thirst and you had a cup of water from there in your outstretched hand, I'd ask you to drink it and piss in my mouth so it was at least a little cleaner.
Every fast food place is a little gross, but McDonald's is consistently the worst for staff, product and price.
Even places like Wendy's are the TJ Maxx to McDonald's always, always being the Dollar Tree.
My experience was totally the opposite. I don't eat McD's much but don't think twice when I do.
The kitchen at the back was very standardized.
My biggest putoff was how much food was wasted.
We'd precook burger patties, all the deepfried stuff like McChicken & Filet-o-Fish, etc to shave off less than a minute to 2-3 minutes to expedite potential drive-thru orders.
But they sat in plastic warming trays with a less than 15 min timer on each sleeve. After 15 minutes or less, an alarm would go off and I'd dump all the meat into ten gallon pails to throw out. Then the process would repeat itself.
So wasteful just to worship at the altar of speed over everything. Also illustrative how little their protein products are valued when you can dump pounds 4x an hour.
The sketchiest thing I recall was the dishwashing.
They'd put me in the kitchen by myself from 8 pm til midnight, expecting me to both cook and clean, while still providing full service orders until close then magically walk out of there a minute later.
There were industrial sinks at the back with a sprayer, and some weakass disinfectant that didn't lather.
So I'd be expected to clean all the kitchen implements, but risk/time it so that I'd have to use them and clean them again if some asshole ordered a McPizza at 11:56.
I remember washing stuff over and over again hurriedly in gray water.
We also had a punch clock that paid you by-the-minute, which conveniently locked up at 12:01 am despite the fact that I'd often be scrubbing well passed 1 am.