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Authors Note:

Hey guys. So you won't be confused, I work at a McDonalds Restaurant in Elmira, New York. Although Elmira is small, we get thousands of customers a day! We are always super busy, which means grouchy co-workers, and managers. Grouchy co-workers and managers mean grouchy customers. So, if everybody is grouchy- can't I be grouchy too?

Anyway, when everybody is angry-it usually means a bad day for us Crew Members. I wrote a story of my experience one day while having a bad day. I hope you like it.

Thanks,

Berry

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"Hey, how are you?" Brad asks me.

"Fine." I reply.

"Whoa. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"Shut up."

"Whatever." He laughs and walks away.

If you couldn't tell, I was in a bad mood.

I had tossed and turned all night (which accounted for the earsplitting headache that was throbbing in my head), which meant I got up late and had to rush to get ready for work. On my hurry on the way to the bathroom, I slipped on the tile floor and jabbed my knee against the metal that was sticking out of my desk drawer (which accounted for the throbbing knee and slight limp). God, all I needed was some hot water then. I relaxed a little when I stepped in the shower.

"AHHH!!" I had screamed. "COLD! Wh-where's the h-hot wa-water?"

But of course, I had been talking to myself because my inconsiderate family had decided to use up all the hot water and then leave.

Just relax. I said to myself. But I grit my teeth the whole time in the shower.

Afterwards, I got dressed into my uniform and hurried to work.

Oh god. Laura was manager. She is going to kill me.

I cringe as I walk into the kitchen and pretend I don't notice the time. This may seem a little over dramatic but my heart even speeds up a bit. That's how bad Laura was.

Laura has been head manager at McDonalds for nearly seventeen years. I didn't blame her for being so mean all the time. She's lived through eleven sets of crew members

I think people underestimate Laura sometimes. It's her appearance. Laura was short, and plump. Her oval face always had deep set wrinkles - most of them are probably from stress. Laura didn't believe in makeup, so she always had her blonde-grayish hair tightly pulled into a bun, her glasses abridge on her nose, and no jewelry.

She came to work every day with her uniform ironed and fresh, her nametag placed on her left breast pocket and her lips tightly pressed. Sometimes, when Laura is angry, you could see her jaw pop up and down. That's when you run.

So that's why I was dreading facing Laura. I needed this job. And that’s why, I was pretending I had not noticed the time, and carried on doing my job.

Someone taps me on my shoulder. I jump, and turn around.

Ugh. Just Brad.

He smirks a little. “Laura wants to see you.”