You and you friend, Sri Lanka, were trying to scurry around and clean up the place with only the two of you. Everyone else was sick with COVID or scared enough to not want to go outside, and even after that, your manager left the store open for SOME damn reason. It was ridiculous! Why would they leave it open when only TWO people (you and Sri Lanka) are gonna need to scurry around the place and take up a lot of damn time. Well, at least you get paid around $15 an hour, so that was a bonus and could help you pay rent and get food

You cleaned the kitchen as best as possible, got everything ready in such a short time and just lied down at the desk almost falling asleep. You kept on thinking about how horrible this shift was gonna be, especially since it was a Saturday and many people will probably arrive in their free time with their kids, Karen’s, old people, etc.. it was gonna suck. Like usual, anyway. You guys should’ve been used to it by now, but it was practically impossible to have an actually good day at any type of job with how todays society currently is and will be

Sri Lanka unlocked the door and walked back to the cash register with you, and some people already began to rush in and order either on a those screens, or come up to you and him. You and Sri Lanka mentally prepared for this. This endless, tiring process of getting going to work, getting payed, dealing with shitty costumers, going home and sleeping this all off. It happened every single day. Sri Lanka gave your shoulder a small pat as a gesture of encouragement, and he’d of course help you along the way

“Hello! Welcome to McDonald’s. How may we help you, Ma’am?”

Sri Lanka said. The person in front of you looked like a stereotypical Karen. The Bob, the pink shirt, the one bratty child.. great. Your first costumer..