I think I have been blogging for long enough now to share something really personal about myself. Who out there has not heard of McDonalds? I think there is a law that states “upon every third corner there must be a McDonalds.” Who doesn’t know the menu off by heart? Who hasn’t been there in the last month? Finally who has never worked at McDonalds?
I know there are probably a lot of people that have not worked at McDonalds, but who out there has applied for a job 4x and been denied all of those times? The answer is me! OOOHH the shame of my youth. I thought that they took everyone barring some mental deficiency. Maybe that was the problem. I don’t even know why I was rejected. I think I need to start a support group but unfortunately I would be the only member.
Sometimes when I take my kids there I look at the people behind the counter and think to myself I could do that. It can’t be that hard and yet I will never know. Not that I want to work there now but I would like to think that if there was absolutely no other option, that if I was in desperate need of an income, I could fall back on it, but I can’t. Things would have to get pretty bad.
I should get over this but instead I go there and torture myself. To add insult to injury their food doesn’t sit well with me either. Ever since my gall bladder came out, I don’t have enough juices to digest all of the fat. I think I have been rejected on all fronts.
Maybe this is a blessing in disguise.