McEvil's newest wage-earning servant drone

I never thought it would happen, but I am now a McDonald's employee. Funny--with each new job I take, the hourly wage goes down. I guess at this rate, I'll be Sudanese chattel in my thirties.

The first two days were very exacerbating for me. I was hoping I wouldn't get a job that involved handling money. But, there I was, at the cash register. I was extremely flustered and kept getting mixed up. I don't know what it is--maybe it's just a (to pardon the stupid internet jargon) n00b thing. However, deep down inside I felt something say to me, "My friend, this is as good as it gets. Enjoy it while your hours are still light! Ha ha!"

Irrational fears, I hope. After all, since I am getting paid, it can't be that bad. And hopefully, I get better as I do it more. Unlike Kendo.

By my third day, an old lady who I've served before (and who I didn't recognize) told me that I was doing better than I was in the previous day. Maybe this is a sign that God still loves me.