My first job was McDonalds. They had an open interview session going on for 2 open slots. Every single day there were about 30 people competing for one of the slots. I looked up interview tips and got myself to be low inhib during the interview. I managed to impress the guy manager by telling him the full history of McDonalds. I got a call a week later saying I made it. I was extremely happy because I was applying and looking for work for roughly 3 years. Orientation was on friday, so I went to the store on friday, but they told me they changed to thursday and told me I should have gotten a call, I didn't. Had to wait next week for orientation at a different McDonalds. After that I was waiting for my first day of training. It was very long so I went to the store reminding them to put me on the schedule, at least 5 different times. The last time they sent me to the local headquarters to talk with some lady about getting me to start training. They were forced to start scheduling me 2 months later (from orientation).
They put me as a cashier, it was a fucking nightmare. For the first few weeks I had the highest inhibition possible, so my IQ dropped about 30 points. The manager was also making fun of me for being "so serious." I have the worst memory in human history so there was no way I was going to remember all the hundreds of buttons and in which format they were in with all the different slots and shit. It was 10x more complicated than you would think it works. If someone came in asking for a coke DO NOT press the coke button. Ridiculous right? You needed to press at least 5 buttons, including "2nd" and "mode," assuming you're already on the right slot, before you can finally press it. Otherwise you "overcharge" the soda. Because of that, and a bunch of other things I had to memorize, I looked retarded. A little girl came in, asking for a soda once, I pressed the coke button, and overcharged the soda. She didn't have enough money for it. My manager came in, fixed it for me, then yelled at me for messing up. She was a fat feminist femoid btw. My trainer only showed me how to use it once for like 15 seconds so clearly I was confused. Another time a couple came in asking for water and I literally spent over 5 minutes looking for a water button. I couldn't find it so I had to wait some minutes for my trainer to come help me. She asked them what they wanted, they said a cup of water, and she went to the fridge behind me and just gave them a cup of water, for free. I was like "WTF you didn't told me about that." She said "whatever." Another time an old couple came in asking for coffee, and my manager was watching me over my shoulder. I put the coffee cup down because I thought that was what you're supposed to do, but they looked at me like I was crazy. My manager, agitated, told me I was supposed to fill up the coffee. So she picked it up, then very nearly almost tripped over my leg, I didn't even apologize for it because I'm already paralyzed by my clumsiness. She did the order for me. I continued being a dumb fuck, taking at least 2 minutes per order looking for buttons, for the whole day. This was only my first day btw, all this retardation continued on the next day.
Somewhere along the 2nd day I remembered seeing a guy who looked like one of those nerds from the 80's come in asking for a cheseburger with no toppings, take away everything. When you press the topping section you can delete literally everything, including the buns and burgers. I asked him did he want me to take away the meat and buns, and he said yes. So he essentially ordered nothing for like 2 dollars or something. I grabbed a piece of wrapper and gave it to him, he said thank you and left. WTF. Later on the day, when I was cleaning the trays because it was slow, my manager told me to go see her in one of the tables. I came over and basically she tried to fire me because I was "doing nothing." I told her I was literally in the middle of cleaning trays and she said "so all you did was clean trays all day." She told me that just because I cleaned trays that didn't mean I was done for the day. REEEEEEEEE. She also told me about how I'm too serious and don't talk enough and was too "creepy" at the register and stuff. And that I should be more aware of how to use the register, she even use the little girl as an example of my incompetence as an employee. So she almost fired me over "not knowing what to do," but I persuaded her to put me on the grill next day to prove me worth. I worked like a maniac for the rest of the day, always bugging her about what can I do to prove I wasn't doing nothing.
Things got alot better when I was at the back. It was more straightforward and less memory required, also didn't really need to talk to people besides the sandwich builder. This was the way it was for the next year. But on the 2nd week I started to only get one day per week because can you guess which manager was on charge of the schedule? Yes, the fat feminist. So I only made about 50 dollars per week. I was still quiet and clearly the social loser. So I was a pretty good worker, did everything lightning fast when the sandwich builders would literally be on their phone when there's like 10 orders on the screen. I did give myself 2nd degree burns multiple times, but I still continued. Working there,I noticed alot of crazy people. One time I was taking out the trash in the middle of the day when this sports car was speeding towards me. I stepped to the left to get out of its way, then the car steered towards me. I stepped to the right, and he steered towards me again. So I stood there, waiting for the car to get close, then I jumped out of the way like a bull fighter. The car clearly tried to run me over on purpose. I even looked back to see if he was going to back up and try to hit me again, he didn't. Another time this old woman came in during my break marching through like a nazi. She got in line and started dancing. She went to the counter and started ranting about how all of them are communists and Trump is going to fix this country. She also had a slavic accent. Eventually she made her order then went to the trash can then argued with it over communism. She got her tea then went to her table, stood on top of it, and started dancing. Every crew member came up to front to watch her, all with a puzzled face. She eventually finished her tea then went out thru the back door, walking thru the drive thru area. The department manager said "white people scare me" then went to lock all the doors so she wouldn't come back. I went to another manager, and asked "did you see that?" She said "yeah, she comes here everyday." In a separate break I was eating lunch when CNN was on and this guy who looked like a hybrid of a hillbilly and a hippie in his 30's came in and asked if trump is dead yet. I said "No" and he said "when are they gonna kill him? He was supposed to be dead now. I guess I'll have to do it." He then told me about how he was a good marksman and told him "sure." On one last occasion I will tell about, two female coworkers got into an argument over whether one girl heard the other girl say an order. They got in each others faces and started screaming towards each other. Two other females got into it. The two original girls eventually pulled knives on each other. Some customers got scared off and exited the line. The manager threatened to call the cops. Soon enough they backed down and started crying. Femoids being femoids.
Later on I had once in a while gaps where I didn't work at all for a week. Eventually I wasn't scheduled for like 3 weeks in a row so I went to the manager and asked "hey um I've been wondering. Do I still work here?" Every single employee at the front (all foids) literally ROFL. I had to wait about a minute or so for the manager to stop laughing and she told me she will take care of it. She actually did and I started working again. About a month later the same thing happened again, except I went to the manager multiple times and none of them ever did anything. Eventually I talked to the head manager, who started an investigation about the situation. The next week I came in and she told me that I never showed up for work so they had me marked as quit. I showed up literally every single day. I asked the head manager who told her I never showed up and it was the fat feminist manager. I got angry and asked to talk with her, but the head manager said that she was on the middle of a long break over someone dying. So I was screwed and ask her to talk with a manager I always work with for proof that I showed up to work everyday. So later on I checked the schedule again and I was still not getting work, so I knew it was done because I didn't get a single day for months at that point. The next year, at school, I was talking with a foid who was working there and asked about the fat lesbian. She said that she quit a long time ago, right after her break was done. So I "quit" when in reality a fat feminist manager fired me before taking a break where she actually never showed up to work again. REEEEEEEEEE and they wonder why guys like us are basement dwellers. All that "pick yourself up at the boot strap" guys have never had to suffer the way we have to. Life is rigged against us. All those hours and hours of studying like a maniac at school to be a wall street banker was all for nothing. I actually got accepted to a top business school (NYU) but decided that I was done with life. I also couldn't afford it anyways (I thought I automatically qualified for federal loans, you actually don't in America if you're too poor). Which was soul shattering because the day I got accepted was the best day of my life. I am naturally extremely ambitious and worked so hard since elementary school I literally got in trouble a few times by my parents for focusing on school, extracurriculars, etc too much. My dream was to rise up from poverty and special education to being a rich success story, but my inceldom held me down. You need looks and status in this world to succeed, effort by incels is worth NOTHING. It was over at birth.
They put me as a cashier, it was a fucking nightmare. For the first few weeks I had the highest inhibition possible, so my IQ dropped about 30 points. The manager was also making fun of me for being "so serious." I have the worst memory in human history so there was no way I was going to remember all the hundreds of buttons and in which format they were in with all the different slots and shit. It was 10x more complicated than you would think it works. If someone came in asking for a coke DO NOT press the coke button. Ridiculous right? You needed to press at least 5 buttons, including "2nd" and "mode," assuming you're already on the right slot, before you can finally press it. Otherwise you "overcharge" the soda. Because of that, and a bunch of other things I had to memorize, I looked retarded. A little girl came in, asking for a soda once, I pressed the coke button, and overcharged the soda. She didn't have enough money for it. My manager came in, fixed it for me, then yelled at me for messing up. She was a fat feminist femoid btw. My trainer only showed me how to use it once for like 15 seconds so clearly I was confused. Another time a couple came in asking for water and I literally spent over 5 minutes looking for a water button. I couldn't find it so I had to wait some minutes for my trainer to come help me. She asked them what they wanted, they said a cup of water, and she went to the fridge behind me and just gave them a cup of water, for free. I was like "WTF you didn't told me about that." She said "whatever." Another time an old couple came in asking for coffee, and my manager was watching me over my shoulder. I put the coffee cup down because I thought that was what you're supposed to do, but they looked at me like I was crazy. My manager, agitated, told me I was supposed to fill up the coffee. So she picked it up, then very nearly almost tripped over my leg, I didn't even apologize for it because I'm already paralyzed by my clumsiness. She did the order for me. I continued being a dumb fuck, taking at least 2 minutes per order looking for buttons, for the whole day. This was only my first day btw, all this retardation continued on the next day.
Somewhere along the 2nd day I remembered seeing a guy who looked like one of those nerds from the 80's come in asking for a cheseburger with no toppings, take away everything. When you press the topping section you can delete literally everything, including the buns and burgers. I asked him did he want me to take away the meat and buns, and he said yes. So he essentially ordered nothing for like 2 dollars or something. I grabbed a piece of wrapper and gave it to him, he said thank you and left. WTF. Later on the day, when I was cleaning the trays because it was slow, my manager told me to go see her in one of the tables. I came over and basically she tried to fire me because I was "doing nothing." I told her I was literally in the middle of cleaning trays and she said "so all you did was clean trays all day." She told me that just because I cleaned trays that didn't mean I was done for the day. REEEEEEEEE. She also told me about how I'm too serious and don't talk enough and was too "creepy" at the register and stuff. And that I should be more aware of how to use the register, she even use the little girl as an example of my incompetence as an employee. So she almost fired me over "not knowing what to do," but I persuaded her to put me on the grill next day to prove me worth. I worked like a maniac for the rest of the day, always bugging her about what can I do to prove I wasn't doing nothing.
Things got alot better when I was at the back. It was more straightforward and less memory required, also didn't really need to talk to people besides the sandwich builder. This was the way it was for the next year. But on the 2nd week I started to only get one day per week because can you guess which manager was on charge of the schedule? Yes, the fat feminist. So I only made about 50 dollars per week. I was still quiet and clearly the social loser. So I was a pretty good worker, did everything lightning fast when the sandwich builders would literally be on their phone when there's like 10 orders on the screen. I did give myself 2nd degree burns multiple times, but I still continued. Working there,I noticed alot of crazy people. One time I was taking out the trash in the middle of the day when this sports car was speeding towards me. I stepped to the left to get out of its way, then the car steered towards me. I stepped to the right, and he steered towards me again. So I stood there, waiting for the car to get close, then I jumped out of the way like a bull fighter. The car clearly tried to run me over on purpose. I even looked back to see if he was going to back up and try to hit me again, he didn't. Another time this old woman came in during my break marching through like a nazi. She got in line and started dancing. She went to the counter and started ranting about how all of them are communists and Trump is going to fix this country. She also had a slavic accent. Eventually she made her order then went to the trash can then argued with it over communism. She got her tea then went to her table, stood on top of it, and started dancing. Every crew member came up to front to watch her, all with a puzzled face. She eventually finished her tea then went out thru the back door, walking thru the drive thru area. The department manager said "white people scare me" then went to lock all the doors so she wouldn't come back. I went to another manager, and asked "did you see that?" She said "yeah, she comes here everyday." In a separate break I was eating lunch when CNN was on and this guy who looked like a hybrid of a hillbilly and a hippie in his 30's came in and asked if trump is dead yet. I said "No" and he said "when are they gonna kill him? He was supposed to be dead now. I guess I'll have to do it." He then told me about how he was a good marksman and told him "sure." On one last occasion I will tell about, two female coworkers got into an argument over whether one girl heard the other girl say an order. They got in each others faces and started screaming towards each other. Two other females got into it. The two original girls eventually pulled knives on each other. Some customers got scared off and exited the line. The manager threatened to call the cops. Soon enough they backed down and started crying. Femoids being femoids.
Later on I had once in a while gaps where I didn't work at all for a week. Eventually I wasn't scheduled for like 3 weeks in a row so I went to the manager and asked "hey um I've been wondering. Do I still work here?" Every single employee at the front (all foids) literally ROFL. I had to wait about a minute or so for the manager to stop laughing and she told me she will take care of it. She actually did and I started working again. About a month later the same thing happened again, except I went to the manager multiple times and none of them ever did anything. Eventually I talked to the head manager, who started an investigation about the situation. The next week I came in and she told me that I never showed up for work so they had me marked as quit. I showed up literally every single day. I asked the head manager who told her I never showed up and it was the fat feminist manager. I got angry and asked to talk with her, but the head manager said that she was on the middle of a long break over someone dying. So I was screwed and ask her to talk with a manager I always work with for proof that I showed up to work everyday. So later on I checked the schedule again and I was still not getting work, so I knew it was done because I didn't get a single day for months at that point. The next year, at school, I was talking with a foid who was working there and asked about the fat lesbian. She said that she quit a long time ago, right after her break was done. So I "quit" when in reality a fat feminist manager fired me before taking a break where she actually never showed up to work again. REEEEEEEEEE and they wonder why guys like us are basement dwellers. All that "pick yourself up at the boot strap" guys have never had to suffer the way we have to. Life is rigged against us. All those hours and hours of studying like a maniac at school to be a wall street banker was all for nothing. I actually got accepted to a top business school (NYU) but decided that I was done with life. I also couldn't afford it anyways (I thought I automatically qualified for federal loans, you actually don't in America if you're too poor). Which was soul shattering because the day I got accepted was the best day of my life. I am naturally extremely ambitious and worked so hard since elementary school I literally got in trouble a few times by my parents for focusing on school, extracurriculars, etc too much. My dream was to rise up from poverty and special education to being a rich success story, but my inceldom held me down. You need looks and status in this world to succeed, effort by incels is worth NOTHING. It was over at birth.
