I worked there for 3 years and 7 months during high school and college in Honolulu. I now do scheduling and production work at an entertainment post-production company in Los Angeles.
Worked at McDonald’s between the ages of 13-16. Currently have a Bachelor’s in Spanish Literature with plans to go on to grad school. In the meantime, I work in a bilingual call center for non-profit debt counseling.
I worked at McDonald’s for about 1 1/2 years in highschool. I then joined up with the USAF and served 4 yrs. active duty. I got out of the military and got my mechanical engineering degree. I now work as an aerospace engineer.
I worked there for mumble years, then got a degree as a medical secretary. I answer phones at a University of Florida lab. It’s not skilled labor, but I was only hired because I busted my ass at business school, and that was a direct result of working at McDonald’s. I don’t want to go back, man.
I worked at McDonald’s my senior year in high school all the way up until I was…23, I think? I’m now a licensed massage therapist specializing in pregnancy massage.
I quit. I moved away with my boyfriend and switched colleges. Got a job at Hallmark that I enjoyed much, much better and never went back to foodservice.
No McD’s but I worked at a Wendy’s for a couple years, left because I was moving.
I now sell health insurance. I guess you could say I hardened people’s arteries and now I get them insurance to pay for the heart attacks. Circle of life, it’s really a beautiful thing. ::sniff::
I worked at McD’s for about two months in my first year of high school. I cooked fries. I left because, as time progressed, the time loomed ever closer when it would be my turn to clean … The Grease Trap. I don’t know anyone else’s experiences with McD’s or whether indeed such a thing was used in many other McD’s, but the grease trap was the thing that stopped grease from going down the drain (thus clogging it) when employees washed kitchen utensils and such. If you ever experienced the overwhelmingly pungent, rancid vomit odor of the grease trap you’d understand. Even standing at the fry station it made me want to dunk my head in the boiling oil just to avoid the smell.
Anyway, I can’t say I’m doing great things. I sit at a desk in the customer service department at the head office of a mid-sized parts distribution company. I can’t complain; the pay is pretty good, the people here are awesome, and my job, while requiring a lot of edumacation about small engines, is actually pretty east and stress-free. I like it.