Its McHappened again!!!!!

FRIDAY---

I get up, dog tired and head into Mcdonalds to work. I score a quick meal and then start on meats. This one particular person keeps nagging me and treating me as though I was a child. I was fed up. I don't mind working hard and doing my job, but if you want to talk to me like I am a child, I've got a problem. I reported to my manager then and there that I wanted to quit. That I couldn't handle the new procedures that I was getting hounded about and It really doesn't matter to me either way. Luckily, he talked me down and I stayed. He said that he didn't want to lose me. If it weren't for the fact that I got some respect for that man, I woulda walked. But I came back on, cooled off and kept to myself for the rest of the day. A few times I was laughing cause I was so angry. Why was I angry? Was I gonna let this person get me down from my ultimate goal? Hell no. But that doesn't mean I have to deal with her. So, I worked my shift and left. I let everyone know that I was generally annoyed. Its good to make people wonder if they went too far, and if I'll even show up next time. It creates some good tension. It creates the expectation that I should be left well enough alone. I'm a hard worker, and I'll bust ass for you. But if you dog me, I will fuckin' walk. That simple. I got better things to do than to be treated like that.

So, will I quit? Thats too be determined. On one hand, I got a respect for several of the managers and crew there. I guess respect is a big thing with me. I have never been a quitter, but I can recognize when I am being patronized. And for $6.00 an hour, I am working WAAAAAAAAAY too hard to take on additional responsibilties the way McDonalds wants to program you to be.

No disrespect to those involved, but it comes down to one simple issue. I can handle learning new tricks. I am an old dog, but I've changed and adapted to change plenty of times in my life. Its just I HATE being nagged, patronized and treated like a child. And I won't let it happen that way anymore. If this particular individual wants to create an adverse work environment for those around her, it is of no consequence to me. I don't have to put up with it. I've got more important things to do. I'm going in, doing my job and leaving. As far as earning a new raise, thats a definate no, cause A-my attitude sucks and B-I won't be there that long. McDonald's can suck it on that end.

So, for now, I am at my other job. I'm calmer. I'll deal. In retrospect, yeah, I take things too personally sometimes. But I will not be patronized. And I was warned that McDonalds employees or other people can read this blog and make me stop talking about it. I say fuck that. I can speak what I want. Don't burn my book like the Nazi organization that you are. I speak honestly from my point of view. Thats what an online diary or BLOG is for. So fuck you. You cannot control what I can and can't say.

That doesn't mean I'm bringing my personal grudges out to the public. Far from it. I'm just venting honestly here.

See folks? I literally am going through HELL to make my comics happen. When I emerge triumphant from this whole grease filled, down quarter meat, full time on chicken nuggets affair, the victory of seeing me kicking it with my fans next year at the SAN DIEGO COMIC CON will make it all the more sweeter. I have my own destiny and no full of themself, person with a micron of Mcdonalds' power will not stop me. But its the fact that it pisses me off, I must control.

McFuck it. I love all you guys reading this. I'm doing this for you. You enjoying my sweet sweet suffering? I hope so. Cause it sucks shit.

Props to my man Jeremy, who puts up with my old skool ass. He totally defused a bomb today. Lets just hope some can learn to not throw the match back at it.

Luvs, T