Some say working at McDonald's is an easy, mediocre, "Can't do no better,"" low-life, minimum wage job. Frankly, I don't disagree. However, not everyone can start off an owner or general manager of McDonald's. Not everyone can start off a school principal or a schoolteacher, for that matter. Nevertheless, McDonald's was the first job I ever had. I even became good at flippin' burgers, droppin' fries, McNuggets, original and Cajun chicken patties. In addition, I believe, if the only job you can get is a McDonald's job then minimum wage is better than no wage at all. Therefore, since I must retain this job in order to have money and not be miserable, I might as well have fun while I'm there.
My McDonald's saga started when I moved to Decatur, Illinois, about three years ago. I got an offer to play the organ at a church in Decatur. This church was similar to a church I went to in California. This church appreciated my music so much that they were going to take care of my every need while I was playing at this church. .
Now, I'm living in Cairo, Il, it's summertime, I'm in high school, I don't want to go to the school I'm forced to attend, the church I play for doesn't appreciate my efforts to be the finest musician they've ever had, I have none of my own means of transportation, and I'm broke. So what do you think I said when I was offered to move to a bigger city; better school districts, better churches to attend; better stores to shop at, and a lot more job opportunities to seek out? I quickly said okay. I packed my bags as fast as a humming birds heart rate. Moreover, I was glad just to be moving out of my mom's house.
I finally arrive in Decatur, and the dusk is a beautiful sight and a peaceful aroma fills the fresh air. From then on, everything was all right "at least I thought. My aunt went to the church I would be playing for, and it was at her house where I would be staying. I didn't know that she was everything opposite of what I hoped her to be.