Big Mac Rap
"If you look to me for illumination, you better have a flashlight!"
At first I thought "what is this lame @#@%?" But then I got into it, and you're right. . .very funny and entertaining.
So, I thought I'd do one of those father/son bonding moments that I've mentioned before, and I asked my son if he'd like to see this.
He already had. . .
Multiple times. . .
And his friend knows the rap by heart. . .
And will recite it on demand.
(* sigh *)
So, I thought I'd do one of those father/son bonding moments that I've mentioned before, and I asked my son if he'd like to see this.
He already had. . .
Multiple times. . .
And his friend knows the rap by heart. . .
And will recite it on demand.
(* sigh *)
Never too late for coffee, never too early for beer.
Being one of those fast food workers myself, I have to say that this rap is a curse. I have heard it about twenty times from smart aleck kids who think they're funny in the drive thru. It was funny I think the first time I heard it, the second time it was an "ironic" funny that I would hear it again. After that, everybody that came through the drivethru had a roll of the eyes from me.
Now I just complete the rap if someone starts it. Usually gets big laughs.
God I love being a McEmployee ... *shakes head*
Now I just complete the rap if someone starts it. Usually gets big laughs.
God I love being a McEmployee ... *shakes head*
I'm not fat ... I'm festively plump.
Don't think I've mentioned it yet, but I really respect your ability to survive in the harsh world of McWork, Malloy. I hate Mickey D with a vengeance, mostly because I see the food as gross, but I will admit I have been in one or two of them. And even here (in Norway), I see how the poor souls work, how they're treated, and how much respect their jobs give them. I. e. sweet f.a.
You're a better man than me dude, I'd've gone to work with a bastard Armalite after a month or two. I sincerely respect you for being able to take what that job gives you.
Y'know... BESIDES the paycheck
-Fred
PS: Also, the rap was amusing.
You're a better man than me dude, I'd've gone to work with a bastard Armalite after a month or two. I sincerely respect you for being able to take what that job gives you.
Y'know... BESIDES the paycheck
-Fred
PS: Also, the rap was amusing.
Pirates, vampires, zombies, ninjas, ghouls, aliens, goblins, monsters, robots, sorcerers, undead, werewolves, demons, mutated dinosaur-cyborgs and those pesky phone salesmen! The shotgun is a one-size-fits-all solution!
Nah, Jim it's all good. No harm done.
Fred
I know an answer like this is liable to get a whole bunch of "Well then quit, duh!" responses, but the answer is I just don't really know why I put up with it. You're treated like dirt, true. The politics are unbelievable. Especially when it comes to upper management, and district managers. I used to manage a store before I started my lil truck driving stint, and when I was out of truck driving, well ... It was like the one job I knew I could do and do well. I had been at it for five years, and I already knew how to do it. Well.
How does one survive a job like this? By playing the politics. By learning how to deal with criticism. By learning that words really are nothing but a mouth making sounds to convey emotion. Oh yeah, and it helps if you can assemble a double cheeseburger really quickly. Even at a high paying managerial level (Well high paying for the fast food industry), there will always be a day when one of your employees will leave you high and dry for whatever reason, and you have to go in and do three people's jobs as fast as you can to satisfy the most picky, uncouth, and impatient people in the entire world. Well some of them anyway.
I needed to do that. No offense to anyone here that regulars a fast food establishment.
Fred
I know an answer like this is liable to get a whole bunch of "Well then quit, duh!" responses, but the answer is I just don't really know why I put up with it. You're treated like dirt, true. The politics are unbelievable. Especially when it comes to upper management, and district managers. I used to manage a store before I started my lil truck driving stint, and when I was out of truck driving, well ... It was like the one job I knew I could do and do well. I had been at it for five years, and I already knew how to do it. Well.
How does one survive a job like this? By playing the politics. By learning how to deal with criticism. By learning that words really are nothing but a mouth making sounds to convey emotion. Oh yeah, and it helps if you can assemble a double cheeseburger really quickly. Even at a high paying managerial level (Well high paying for the fast food industry), there will always be a day when one of your employees will leave you high and dry for whatever reason, and you have to go in and do three people's jobs as fast as you can to satisfy the most picky, uncouth, and impatient people in the entire world. Well some of them anyway.
I needed to do that. No offense to anyone here that regulars a fast food establishment.
I'm not fat ... I'm festively plump.