Working at McDonald’s Changed My Life

For starters, I became a mom

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The interview wasn’t much. Decked in flared jeans, platform Vans, and a zip-front hoodie, I made my way to the counter.

“Hi, I’m here for an interview with Gina,” I replied when the cashier asked if I’d like to try the Arch Deluxe value meal.

He yelled for Gina to come up front, then asked if I’d like a free drink while I waited. “Sure, I’ll take a Hi-C orange,” I said, tucking a bottle of half-empty Fruitopia in my backpack.

I took a seat at a nearby booth and waited for Gina. When she finally arrived, I was terrified. Gina was a loud, blunt woman in her 30s with vibrant red hair, and she didn’t look thrilled to see me. I’d later learn she treated everyone like this.

Gina didn’t waste any time on pleasantries. “So, Bryan the night shift manager says you’re friends and had the same science teacher last year. Have you ever worked in fast food?”

I shook my head no and explained that I was currently bagging groceries at a nearby supermarket. I wanted to keep that job, plus work McDonald’s part-time since I was still in high school.

“Can you start tomorrow morning?” Gina asked. I told her I’d come work the opening shift at sunrise and leave when school started. That plan didn’t work…