While I was at work on Saturday one of my old high school teachers came in. When I had his class, I sluffed A LOT. In fact, it's kind of well known that out of the 60 days in the trimester, I only went 8 times. He knew about it, but I did all the work and still received a good grade in his class. So when he came in to work the other day, we started chatting. For the purposes of this narrative I shall call him "Coach."
Me: Hey, Coach! How are you?
Coach: I'm good! How are you doing?
Me: I'm pretty good, thanks.
Coach: Ya know, I hate to rub it in, but I see you're still working at McDonald's, even though you worked there in high school. I guess your skipping class really caught up with you, didn't it? Not as successful as you thought you'd be.
Me: ....I'm 2 semesters away from graduating with my bachelors. I work here because it's paid for my schooling so far, it's incredibly flexible, and I work with some of my best friends. And I'm going into teaching and hope to be a teacher whose class my students actually want to attend...unlike some teachers I had.
Coach: stutters and walks away with a very red face.
Yes, I still work at McDonald's. However, for the above listed reasons, I actually really love my job. I'm also up for a pretty large scholarship award from the McDonald's corporation, and my store owner has given me fantastic references that have helped me get other jobs when I've been away.
I get a lot of crap from people about still working there. But it's a job on the pathway to my career, and I feel like I've been pretty successful in life so far.
So, no. I don't mind working at McDonald's. I actually am thankful for it and love it.
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