Oy vey, those are some horror stories!

My first job was McDonald's. It sucked, needless to say. I was pretty much the only person who spoke English there (and this was in Southern California, mind you!) In the course of the three or so months I worked there ...

A pervy repeat customer told me what he'd like to do with me and some mayonnaise.

I got in a fight with the McFlurry machine. The machine won, and my uniform was destroyed.

I got a second-degree burn from the fry vat, but didn't report the injury because the other employees would just laugh at me all day and talk shit about me in Spanish (hey! I might be white and have limited second-language skills, but I know what "puta blanca" means, OK?!)

All the girls there (we're talking ages 16-22) were pregnant or already mothers, except me of course.

Trash duty. Need I say more? Fast food joints have the most atrocious smelling refuse. Guh.

Only benefit: free Chicken McNuggets.