Act I Scene II
My pillow felt so comfortable under my head that I new I must be awake. I looked at my phone and read 0023. I closed my eyes and wandered back into the realms of fantasy and occasionally fear. Now, repeat scene. I for some reason continuously woke up last night. Finally at 0400 I decided I would stop attempting to fall asleep again and stayed there until 0430 when I actually had to get up. The shower was glorious this morning! I love hot water! So much for the good part of my day.
Act II Scene I
Work. Pergatory. Servitude. This was a long day. Over all it was not even remotely as bad as other days that I have had but still. My first break was at 0700 and that was just way too early. We were so slow that it was boring. Everything was caught up and so it was hard to stay busy yet still work. The only projects that could keep you busy were the kind that required hands on-elbow grease yet you still had to be 100% into running your position. Second break at 1100. My wonderful husband came and ate with me. Then later my parents showed up. That was a nice surprise. After lunch we had a bus and 4 church vans... Now dont get me wrong, I appreciate customers and feel that they are essential in my acquiring a paycheck but when they trash the dining room I get angry. There is no reason to be a slob just because you are eating at a fast food joint.
Act III Soliloquy
[darkened stage, spotlight, gentle music] ent. Star
Why? Why do you treat the cashiers as if they are uneducated. Do you not know that this job pays my way through college. Did you go to college? Why do you treat us as if we will only screw up your order, and you come in expecting failure? Do you not realize that I will ring your order exactly as you say? Why do you yell at me when you were the one who forgot to order a part of your meal?
Parents, if your child does not know what they want before you pull into the lane, please order for them. Why must I reap the wrath of my boss for your inconsideration? Why must I be responsible for the fact that you were in our lane for over five minutes when you spent four and a half of them arguing with those in the car? Why must you yell at me if I miss something off your order because your screaming children were drowning you out and I couldn't hear you?
Please stop yelling at me when I ask you if you want cheese on that, fries and a drink, or if you would like to upsize your meal. Did you not know that these are the requirements of my job and that I must ask them lest I fall into trouble? Do you understand just how much I am yelled at thoughout the day? Do you realize just how much I am responsible for?
Please no not get upset when I charge you for sauces. They cost us 10 cents, so that is what I charge you. We are not making money on them, we are not ripping you off, we are just trying not to lose money.
Please, think of me. Think of the person serving you as a person. I am a human being with feelings and am doing my job the way I am supposed to do my job. If you cannot handle they way my job is done then I suggest you spend a day in my shoes.
Act IV
So I spent a good bit of time on the phone today. I am just plain exhausted. I am writing this as I am watching my husband play a game. I think I shall end this and return to realm that I so long to make reality for some of my dreams are quite nice.
-Fin-