The Worst Experience

The Worst Experience The worst experience I have ever had was my first overnight shift at McDonald’s. The initial aspect of the job that made my experience so negative was the effect the fatigue had on me and my co-workers. Between yawns there was a word or two passed amongst the rest of the staff and myself, often these words were hasty and with a definite hint of attitude. In the process of my struggle through the night, my legs seemed to weigh an additional hundred pounds each as I drudged through the layers of grease accumulated on the floor. In addition to the fatigue, the late night club goers always seemed to transcend their intoxication in order to saturate my nostrils with their liquor stained breath. Furthermore customers in the early morning hours also had a general rude tone to them, especially when their impossible request were denied, most frequently replacing their Big Breakfast sausage with a Quarter Pounder beef patty. In extreme cases there were even violent outbursts from patrons. One time in particular a customer insisting that my manager follows him outside so they could handle the issue of a free apple pie like men. Moreover the overnight shift seemed to be the longest eight hours of my life. Constantly looking over at the clock in between customers, one had to question whether the clock was functioning properly. Upon the sun’s brimming of the horizon there was a general sense of relief among all members of the overnight shift, we had survived the hellacious crowd and hours of the night together. An overall respect had been gained by each of my coworkers from me.