I Hate McDonald’s

I don't work, I slave.

I hate the bums I have to see every day.

I hate lying customers.

I hate the customer that called me a Bitch.

I hate that bitch.

I hate washing tables after people my age because they're too childish to clean up after themselves.

I hate working drive through and seeing parents that are high driving their children to get food off the dollar menu. I'm not talking about I smoked some weed high either, I'm talking about my head is falling and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head while my soul takes a flight off of something stronger type of high.

I hate it.

I hate the town I work in, Buckroe, screaming crawling and hungry crackheads everywhere. They order large portions while slurring their speech, trying to flirt, and anxious to eat.

I hate having to walk home from work in the environment, mind you I'm only 18.

I hate walking to work. In both conditions it's cold, freezing my poor brittle bones aching cold.

Most of all, I hate getting paid minimum wage for all the shit I go through and I don't get to keep half my checks because I always have to give my mom some portion, so yes, I am slaving.

Fuck McDonald's.

I must attain an education.