Blue gloves!

My first real day of training was spent trying to understand accents. Andrew, Ukranian?, Adrian, Peru, and Svetlana, another east European? There was also Caleb, a quiet american guy, unfortunatly afflicted with severe acne,. I also met 66 yr. old Don, maintenance manager of four McDonalds who after 12 yrs. of working for McDonalds was 28 days from retiring. I spent the morning learning to cook eggs, round, (eight at a time), (blue gloves!) scrambled, and folded, (those come precooked) and understanding which trays they were held in (kept warm), and how to cook meats, sausage, (blue gloves!) and canadian bacon.

The next couple of hours were spent cooking lunch meats, 10-1's (regular burgers), (blue gloves!) 4-1's, (quarter 1bs), (blue gloves!) angus, (blue gloves!) steaks, (blue gloves!) crispy chicken, spicey chicken, chicken nuggets, select chicken, and fish. yeesh, when I was sent on break I didn't want to eat any of it, even with the employee discount of 50%. I had a cup of coffee (free). I sat with Max during my break, a young black guy who asked if I had worked construction before this job. When I asked him "did I look big enough to work construction?" he said no, but most older guys there had came from that field. When asked, Max told me that of the dozen or so people there, only three had been there when he started 8 mos. ago, and they were not shift managers then (they all are now). I guess I did all right, when a another new hire( it was Mike, the "I keyed the managers car when he fired me from Arby's" guy), that I had met during orientation came on about 3 hrs after me, my coworkers told me to train him!