Seraffa
Community Member
- MBTI
- INFJ
- Enneagram
- 3
Of course going in, I knew that Micky D's, along with other fast-food restaurants, are the ABSOLUTE WORST work environment an INFJ could have....but I went in with specific reasons. One, being so damn poor and still unmarried after my separation, with no savings, I knew one of my jobs should be food-oriented to enable me to still keep eating. This was it, since strangely enough other fast food places I've tried ignite my 2 autoimmune illnesses and make me sick and weak. There's no soy flavoring and other shit that gets injected into the food; believe me, Mc D's is probably the highest quality food you can if you compare all the burger joints around.
My training hell ( and I'm glad I talked to a friend and counsellor about it) consisted of 3 managers that (until I was able to take the time to spot them in action) LIKE to get me in trouble if they can, as a new person. 2 won't even talk to me directly even if I'm standing there speaking to them! (those bitches.) They just turn away and walk away......(oh yes, we're so customer-service oriented and FRIENDLY HERE aren't we.) Although these people are both over the age of 18, it's easy to see that mentally, they are on the power-trips of someone thown back to sulky, bullying teenage schoolyard years. One has just turned 21 and going around bragging about the next place she's going to go binge drink, while the other is a middle-aged Amazonian dyke that backs her up and names "places with 20 different beers she should try." (Can you picture this in action where YOU work?The last is the scheduling manager who (admittedly, from another manager, tends to "greatly overexaggerate situations" and, IMHO, belongs in some Dickensonian novel as he appears to painfully walk leaning on a cane half the day, yet when feeling cheerful, puts the cane aside and zips around with toes turned out whenever he wants to. Oh, and also hums in an eerie, morbid way like FRED MUNSTER when busy bagging fries for drive-thru. That truly creeped me out when I first heard it, along with all the other noise and bruhaha coming from our frappe and latte machines, and demanding customers with their whining kids!
Oh well - FUCK ALL OF THEM, because if it wasn't for the advice of a friend whom I have who is a licensed RN, and another whom is my counselor, I wouldn't have been able to butt-kiss a whole 1 inch worth of shit off of staff, customer, and and managerial anuses the next day after I got a preposterous laundry- list of "things I had done and had only 1 week to correct", lest I be given "less hours to work there." I knew 75%of the crap made up about me was totally untrue, as the scheduling manager refused to go into detail about wrongs committed, so that I could make right the situations, and one even was a whopper of a lie about me "calling off from work" when I did no such thing at all. (which he refused to discuss as well.) Yesterday was a whole 8 hours of nothing but "kiss kiss I love you!" to every living being that crossed my path in that store (proverbial cockroaches and field mice included) ....exaggerated "did I do that wrong again? OH MY! i'm SORRRRRY!!!! just kick me, please...."
with a Ronald-like smile painted on my lips. "I'm not being paid just to serve food here" I told myself," i'm being paid to ACT!" .....and you know what?
THOSE IDIOTS FELL FOR IT!
THEY FELL FOR IT HOOK, LINE AND SINKER!!!!
THEY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF MY 'NEW, IMPROVED ATTITUDE!"
My training hell ( and I'm glad I talked to a friend and counsellor about it) consisted of 3 managers that (until I was able to take the time to spot them in action) LIKE to get me in trouble if they can, as a new person. 2 won't even talk to me directly even if I'm standing there speaking to them! (those bitches.) They just turn away and walk away......(oh yes, we're so customer-service oriented and FRIENDLY HERE aren't we.) Although these people are both over the age of 18, it's easy to see that mentally, they are on the power-trips of someone thown back to sulky, bullying teenage schoolyard years. One has just turned 21 and going around bragging about the next place she's going to go binge drink, while the other is a middle-aged Amazonian dyke that backs her up and names "places with 20 different beers she should try." (Can you picture this in action where YOU work?The last is the scheduling manager who (admittedly, from another manager, tends to "greatly overexaggerate situations" and, IMHO, belongs in some Dickensonian novel as he appears to painfully walk leaning on a cane half the day, yet when feeling cheerful, puts the cane aside and zips around with toes turned out whenever he wants to. Oh, and also hums in an eerie, morbid way like FRED MUNSTER when busy bagging fries for drive-thru. That truly creeped me out when I first heard it, along with all the other noise and bruhaha coming from our frappe and latte machines, and demanding customers with their whining kids!
Oh well - FUCK ALL OF THEM, because if it wasn't for the advice of a friend whom I have who is a licensed RN, and another whom is my counselor, I wouldn't have been able to butt-kiss a whole 1 inch worth of shit off of staff, customer, and and managerial anuses the next day after I got a preposterous laundry- list of "things I had done and had only 1 week to correct", lest I be given "less hours to work there." I knew 75%of the crap made up about me was totally untrue, as the scheduling manager refused to go into detail about wrongs committed, so that I could make right the situations, and one even was a whopper of a lie about me "calling off from work" when I did no such thing at all. (which he refused to discuss as well.) Yesterday was a whole 8 hours of nothing but "kiss kiss I love you!" to every living being that crossed my path in that store (proverbial cockroaches and field mice included) ....exaggerated "did I do that wrong again? OH MY! i'm SORRRRRY!!!! just kick me, please...."
with a Ronald-like smile painted on my lips. "I'm not being paid just to serve food here" I told myself," i'm being paid to ACT!" .....and you know what?
THOSE IDIOTS FELL FOR IT!
THEY FELL FOR IT HOOK, LINE AND SINKER!!!!
THEY DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE OF MY 'NEW, IMPROVED ATTITUDE!"