Same company (sort of), new name on the door, new geography. For the last three weeks I've been going insane at work dealing with learning the new equipment, printing on stuff that's totally new to me, hitting deadlines, finishing lists, and getting everything from meetings to phone lines taken care of so that the doors can officially open at 8 am on the 2nd of November. For the most part, it's just me and this one other guy in a couple of big rooms all day long, yelling to be heard, moving furniture & fixtures, putting up giant graphics and attempting to do what would be our regular job under any other circumstances. All this with an endless stream of vendors, insurance people, electricians, potential customers, people off the street, state auditors, crazy folks and corporate interference coming in the door, over the phone, and via email. It might be fun without the giant NOV. 2ND looming on the horizon - as it stands, well - see above entry.
My new route to work takes me past a McDonalds. Every morning. Due to this, I have been collecting McMonopoly pieces and playing the game online with Max, and also scoring McBreakfast on the way in. I confess, the latter is definitely incidental, and thus subordinate in importance to the former. I mean, I'm hungry, but I could have had toast or something. When Monopoly's over, I plan to explore the bagel option. Or perhaps a nice cereal.
Most of the reason why would have to do with the shit customer service offered by my McDonald's. Let's start with hash browns. A little while ago, McFood decided to sell two hash browns for the price of one, or one dollar. Essentially, the hash brown costs so little to make, you can sell one for fifty cents and still make a profit on it. Because of this, you never seem to have any idea what you will get when you get an "order of hash browns." Might be one, might be two. If you order two orders of hash browns, thinking you might share one with someone else, you could end up with four hash browns. A fucking bag of grease sopped fried spuds. But, you might not. That's consistency in service, yeah? Oh, but there's more.
"I'd like a mocha."
"An iced mocha?"
"No, a regular mocha. Large."
"So, a hot mocha?"
Why do I have to fucking say "hot?" Isn't the default for coffee hot? I don't have to order cooked food hot, because that's how it ends up anyway. Coffee is boiled water filtered through crushed beans, and in my case, with a shot of fake chocolate in it 'cause I'm a big floppy pansy. Are there people who start their day with iced coffees? In October? Again, McAssholes - What the fuck?
Finally, there is the affair of the check card, wherein faced with a transmission error, three grown people turned into retards, but it is too boring to recount here. Suffice it to say, that unless I win a million skillion freaking Monopodollars, I will count the Icelanders as better off.