Call 999 For me

My first day at McDonald's was okay as far as first days at new jobs go. I was working the drive thru till with another girl taking orders, money and giving out straws and tissues in bags. Between cars we made up Happy Meal boxes.

The second day I was back on the same till but I was alone and boy did I make a lot of mistakes! You can't change and order without the supervisors card and each time I asked for it I got yelled at! Half the time it wasn't even my fault because customers change their minds too!

Hell, give the new girl a break and stop yelling at me!

From the start I didn't really want to be there but I made the most of the situation. I hated the staff they were stuck up and rude not that they had anything to be stuck up about and the uniform was horrid.

Two and a half weeks later I was late for work and had to get a taxi in. I got changed quickly and clocked in. The air conditioning was broken so it was incredibly hot in the kitchen. I served a customer on the drive thru. All of a sudden I became very dizzy and light headed. I was sweating and couldn't breathe. I sat in the staff room and the world caught up with me. Back in the kitchen I was serving another customer and I messed up an order because I couldn't see anything as everything went black and fuzzy. A supervisor came over and said something angrily at me and served the customer. I told her I didn't feel well and she nastily told me I might as well go home as I was no use. I staggered into the staff room and collapsed on the sofa.

I couldn't breathe, see, hear and my heart was pounding very hard and fast.

I asked a crew member came in to change for his shift and I asked him to call me an ambulance because I couldn't breathe. I don't really remember what happened but my bitch of a supervisor came in and asked me if she could phone my parents to meet me at the hospital. I asked her to phone my girlfriend which she did.

Why phone my parents who live five hours away?

I was taken to Gillingham hospital by ambulance. I had loads of tests done on the way and given gas and air, that stuff it brilliant!

At the hospital my girlfriend met up with me as doctors and nursed prodded and poked me, they stuck monitors on me and passed me around.

The diagnosis?

A panic attack brought on by stress and heat from work. The chest pains were due to my heart skipping beats.

I was sent home later that day and told to take time off work.

I never went back to McDonald's.

Fallen-Angel

I'm Making Cake

Another silly hour of the morning is dawing and yet I don't sleep.

Sleep dosen't come often to me these days not that it used to come easy before. Now I'm awake all of the time, I don't sleep. It's hard when you are so exhausted you can't move yet your brain it sticking over and over like a never ending clock.

Is my off switch broken?

So, I made cake.

What else do you do at three am?

I won't be personally eating it but my girlfriend will be, lest I hope she likes it and does. She usually loves my cooking, any form of it, so I can't see why she wouldn't.

Money is very tight at the moment and in the case of Tesco's statment that every penny counts in my case it does. I can't afford anything not even a postage stamp.

I start my new job at the ever so lovely McDonalds Friday afternoon. I have mixed feelings about it because on the one hand it pays okay but it's also a place that sells fast food, something which I deteste. I have to say though that at the induction meeting it didn't seem so bad. I thought it would be a horrid place to work but it seems my view of the place has changed.

I'm still keeping my eye out for something better. Something better than minimum wage for a start.

The only good thing about working at Mcdonalds is the fourty-five minute walk uphill there and downhill back.

At least I get some exercise out of it if nothing else.

Fallen-Angel