Surely, I jest. McDonalds was one of the most enjoyable places I ever worked, and I’m not being sarcastic when I state that! Working at McDonalds was like going to summer camp, except I made more money. That being said, the McDonalds near my residence… It is not a happy place. Much the opposite, I suspect. The type of place where orders are screwed up, not out of error, but out of spite, as the only means of expression employees have against “the man”. -sigh- I just wanted crispy chicken on my wrap.
GO GO MACH ROCKET SHEEP! 