I hear what you are saying, Mark, but in one respect, I have to add something. People I think are underpaid. I think that is alot of the problems, why people steal, etc, want more bennies than entitiled to, call in sick, etc. Now, some time ago, I road thru Mickey D's, and ordered a coffee. Not black, but with cream, no sugar. I would like a stirrer, cause my finger doesn't stir well in 3,000 degree temps.
I yell in the clown's face, one large coffee, 2 creams, no sugar, one stirer.
I get up to the window. I grab the cup, and leave. I am driving down the road, and I open it up. I got a cup of hot water.
The next morning before work, since I am a creature of habit, I drive thru Mickey D's. I yell into the clown face. Same order. I drive up to the window, new girl, grab the cup and leave.
I am driving down the road, I open the cup up, and, WOLA! TEA.
Next, morning, I get up. I am not only a creature of habit, I am a glutton for punishment. I drive thru Mickey D's. I yell into the clowns face, same order. I drive up to the window, new girl. I pull up, look in the cup, and see something black. I smell it. Smells like coffee, now where is the cream? I drive back thru, yell in the clown face I need 2 creams and a stirrer. I drive up to the window, the arm extends out, a bag. I start down the road, and I open up the bag. Gee, I got an egg McMuffin.
I eat the Egg McMuffin, and drink the coffee black.
Next morning, I am now on a mission. I drive thru Mickey D's. I yell into the clowns face, same order. I drive up to the window, new girl. I said, " where is the girl from yesterday?" I was told she quit. I grab the cup, and got a bag also this time, and I pull off to the side, open it up, and I got another black coffee. Now, I am thinkingl...ok, they didn't put the creme in, it is in the bag. No such luck. A whole bag to put a stirrer in. What the sam hell was I supposed to stir?
I parked the car. I walked in. I am standing in line and I ask the man/manager, why is their such a turn-over of people here, and no one can get a simple order right. "WELL, it is like this...we pay them peanuts, they stay a week and quit." He said, " here take this for your trouble."
I got outside, stirred the creamers into my coffee and then, looked at the card he gave me. It was his phone number.
Just exactly what was I getting for my trouble? I never called it. I don't think I want to know.
The next morning, was a Saturday. I drove thru yelled into the clowns face, and waited at the window. Honest to God, their was 2 people working the front. The woman told me, no one showed up.
I left. Never been back since.