I Worked The Night Shift At Mcdonalds, Never Again
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working the night shift at a McDonald's wasn't exactly what I had in mind for my life. But hey, it paid the bills, right? This particular McDonald's was the only 24 hour spot for miles. Situated in the middle of nowhere, just a gas station and an old crumbling motel down the road.
Casting eerie shadows under the flickering street lights. Sure, I didn't mind the isolation at first. The quiet hum of the fryer and the occasional woosh of the drive thru window were oddly comforting. But then things started to get weird. Like really weird. It all began during my second week on the job. My manager, Linda, bless her heart, handed me a laminated sheet of rules.
This is for the night shift, she said, her expression tightening into a thin line that warned me she wasn't kidding. I figured it was some sort of hazing at first, but as I scanned the list, I realized this was no joke.
