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  • Just how hard is the 9-5 working life when you're stuck at what should be an entry-level

  • job?

  • To find out, we sent your favorite lab rat out into the field to work at a fast food

  • joint for a week.

  • Alright Infofans, are you ready for the Millennial Challenge?

  • I have to work at a fast food restaurant for a week, just like many millenials who were

  • seriously lied to about just how many opportunities are really out there even for people with

  • college degrees.

  • Now, fast food is nothing new to me, in fact it was my very first job- which I got fired

  • from.

  • Then it was my very second job, because my parents believed in me working literally the

  • day I turned 16.

  • One of their birthday gifts to me was a job application.

  • I ended up working part time while going to school, and I'm glad I learned that strong

  • work ethic at a young age.

  • But heading back into the low-wage sector of the job force definitely feels different

  • almost 20 years later.

  • First, no I can't tell you where I was working at for legal reasons- but I can give you a

  • hint: the ice cream machine wasn't working a single day I was there.

  • Starting on day one, it already felt weird to walk into my new job in my mid thirties-

  • let's face it, there's a stigma about fast food work.

  • It's supposed to be 'entry-level', and if you're there for years or are older, then

  • there's clearly something wrong with you.

  • I really hate that stigma, because you really shouldn't be looking down on anyone who's

  • putting in an honest day's work, but it's hard to deny that I definitely felt a bit

  • of shame in my uniform.

  • I also felt like people were literally looking down on me the entire week I was there- although

  • as I'd soon learn that had nothing to do with my age and everything to do with the fact

  • that society treats fast food workers like complete dog crap.

  • It's almost like people feel entitled to be rude, or look down on, or denigrate fast food

  • workers because, hey, it's fast food.

  • If you wanted respect you should've gotten a real job, like digging ditches with your

  • bare hands or designing space planes.

  • Except for many people living in less than ideal situations, neither of those are realistic

  • options.

  • A mother of two with health problems isn't going to be working on a road crew, and a

  • young girl from a poor family who can't afford college isn't going to be designing space

  • planes.

  • Not because they're lazy, but because circumstances.

  • In case you couldn't tell the elitism from people looking down on fast food workers who

  • want a living wage really seriously bothers me.

  • Anyways, day one was a disaster.

  • I can already read the comments, “What's so hard about flipping burgers?”.

  • Well, you try handling a lunch rush with hundreds of customers, all of whom need their meals

  • within minutes or they'll be late getting back to their own job.

  • Oh, and at least half have a serious attitude.

  • I've worked hard in my life, but after day one on the line I was aching.

  • I came home from my first day stinking of grease, which made the girlfriend crinkle

  • her nose up in disgust because she won't even touch fast food.

  • The dog however was basically my best friend until I hopped in the shower, he absolutely

  • loved the smell of stale grease and hamburgers.

  • On day 2 I got to train on the drive-thru, and I was actually decent at it.

  • I used to work a drive-thru at one of my fast food jobs when I was a teenager, and honestly

  • most of the pressure comes from being afraid to talk to people.

  • I definitely don't have an issue with that, so it was just a matter of learning the computer

  • menus.

  • My trainer, whom we'll call Rosa, was a pretty impressive person.

  • She was whip-smart, confident, and worked at lightning speed.

  • During our lunch break we got to know each other some and she told me she really wanted

  • to be a writer, and even though she'd gotten a scholarship to a very good art school, she

  • couldn't afford the cost of living expenses.

  • So here she was, trying to put money aside so she could eventually go.

  • I was really excited to hear she wanted to be a writer, and it was hard for me to hide

  • the fact that that's my real job.

  • My only hiccup in the day came when I was in too much of a rush and went to hand a drink

  • over to the customer, but clipped the bottom of the drive-thru window with the cup.

  • It immediately knocked back towards me and soaked my crotch in soda.

  • With no change of pants available, I basically had to marinate my Hugh Jackman and the boys

  • in sugary syrup until I got home, at which point the dog practically dove head-first

  • into my crotch looking for a sugary treat.

  • Day three I finally met every fast-food worker's worst nightmare: the dreaded Karen.

  • It was late in the shift, close to 2 or 3 pm, when I spotted it- a flash of blonde hair

  • in that short, middle-aged woman cut.

  • To my and the rest of the crew's horror though, it wasn't just one Karen.

  • It was multiples.

  • Now, in case you didn't know, Homo Karenus is often encountered alone in public spaces

  • such as Community Center parking lots, dog parks, and the wine aisle of your local high

  • end grocery store.

  • These encounters are often brief, but potentially violent, and Park Rangers recommend that you

  • avoid eye contact or making any sudden, aggressive movements.

  • If you encounter a Karen in its natural habitat, your best bet is to simply turn around and

  • walk away, as any amount of engagement will trigger the Karen's natural predatory response

  • and can lead to police being called, you being recorded while she shoutsYeah I got you.

  • I GOT YOU ON CAMERA!”, and occasionally, spitting.

  • Despite being unnecessarily overly aggressive individuals, Karens are typically incredibly-

  • and paradoxically- overly sensitive themselves.

  • This is why Karens rarely congregate in groups, which are called 'murders' just like crows.

  • Karens typically can't stand each other's Karen bullshit long enough to maintain social

  • cohesion, and thus limit their cooperation to small one or two hour units of time.

  • The one exception is when a murder of Karens has a shared target, then they show incredible

  • levels of social cooperation and cohesion.

  • So imagine my dread when a murder of Karens entered the restaurant and headed straight

  • for the counter.

  • I knew I better get this order perfectly- the only situation possibly more dangerous

  • than this that I'd ever been on in a challenge was when I was surviving in the wild and a

  • bear came up on my camp.

  • Honestly, I'd rather have dealt with the bear.

  • Rosa knew this was too much for me to handle being so new.

  • The rookie was out of his depth, so the seasoned veteran came along to help make sure the restaurant

  • survived this murder of Karens intact.

  • One wrong move and every manager would be called, along with police, fire, medical,

  • district court judges, the mayor, Batman, and the UN security council.

  • Ordering already was a bit rough.

  • I was on the register and even with Rosa's help was having trouble figuring out all the

  • buttons.

  • This annoyed the Karens, who I guess couldn't possibly fathom that a human being doesn't

  • fall out of its mother's womb knowing the full intricacies of a computerized food ordering

  • menu system with dozens of items and variations of said items listed.

  • I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I'd chased off a wild bear before.

  • This was no different.

  • There was even a handy mop nearby I could use to fend off the Karens should the need

  • arise.

  • In these survival situations you always have to be prepared.

  • Luckily, the Karens left the counter to wait for their order at a table nearby, and for

  • the next few minutes everything was fine.

  • Then, it began.

  • It started with the guy who ordered right after the Karens getting his food first.

  • As soon as I handed the food to the guy and before I could even tell him to have a nice

  • day, I heard it.

  • The hunting cry of a wild Karen: “Uh, excuse me.”

  • I turned to the table and immediately made a rookie mistake by looking at the Karen in

  • the eye.

  • This one was already standing up, and I could tell from the fact that the others were sitting

  • that this was the alpha Karen.

  • Murders of Karens are vicious groups, and only the absolute bitchiest, most discontent

  • Karen has the savage ferocity needed to claim alpha status.

  • Alpha Karen was quick to speak up, “Um, we ordered before him and still haven't gotten

  • our food.”

  • Now, the guy had ordered a single burger and fries, versus the five different meals their

  • group had ordered.

  • The girlfriend often tells me I'm not always very tactful in tricky social situations,

  • and it has been many years since I've worked customer service.

  • So the only response I could think of to this ridiculous complaint was...

  • Yep.”

  • I acknowledged that this event had in fact, just happened.

  • He got his food first and I think it's pretty obvious why.

  • But this was a mistake of the gravest magnitude.

  • I had just chummed the waters, and the Karens smelled blood.

  • If we ordered first, we should get our food first.

  • That's just common sense!

  • You don't serve the last person in a line first!”

  • I will forever be grateful for dear, sweet Rosa jumping in.

  • She proved to be an adept Karen wrangler, and she immediately apologized and tried to

  • explain that one single order was easier and quicker to prepare than a large one- and that

  • they didn't want to send out their big order in pieces so that some people were eating

  • while others were still waiting.

  • Incredibly, no manager was called, but I think that's because thankfully within 90 seconds

  • of the confrontation starting their food was ready.

  • I think the guys in the kitchen realized that every manager in a five block radius was about

  • to be called and went into overdrive.

  • To this day I'm grateful to them.

  • What really bothered me about this was Rosa apologizing to the Karens.

  • She had literally nothing to apologize for, it was the Karens who were in the wrong and

  • acting like terrible human beings.

  • But I get it, it's customer service.

  • Like Rosa later told me, it's just not worth it- better to get them out the door quickly

  • than have to deal with them.

  • Honestly, her philosophy on dealing with difficult people is pretty great.

  • My last two days were uneventful, just kind of monotonous.

  • The location was really busy so we were constantly getting orders, and it's tough being on your

  • feet all day trying to please people who can be incredibly difficult.

  • Then there's the silent disapproval from some people because of the job you work, especially

  • if something goes wrong with their order.

  • How dare you get their order wrong?

  • You're just a lowly burger flipper, barely even human, but surely this job isn't too

  • difficult for you.

  • That kind of crap can really weigh on you, especially for some of the guys and girls

  • I met who really had no other choice but to work here.

  • I did get busted though on my fifth day, by Rosa.

  • She figured out exactly who I was.

  • On my last shift the girlfriend thought it'd be cute to come by and see me work, so she

  • stopped by close to end of shift.

  • I noticed Rosa was kind of watching us intently after I introduced her, and I think the girlfriend

  • gave it away when she mentioned something about this not being such an easy challenge.

  • It was an innocent slip of the tongue, and she realized it immediately and went deathly

  • quiet.

  • When we got back to work Rosa kept looking at me funny, and then over at the girlfriend

  • who was waiting for me to get off.

  • Then, when I clocked out she finally confronted me: “You're the challenge guy, aren't you?”.

  • Typically I have a great poker face, but this was so unexpected I literally began to stammer.

  • I tried denying it, but like I said before, Rosa's a pretty whip-smart girl.

  • To my surprise she was a fan of the show, and I guess she'd seen enough challenge episodes

  • to figure it out.

  • I made her swear to not tell anyone, and she just kept kind of repeating, “I can't believe

  • you're real”, which is a really weird thing for someone to say about you directly to your

  • face.

  • A few days later I contacted Rosa again- I had an even better idea for making sure she

  • stayed quiet.

  • During the week she'd sent me some of the stuff she'd written, under the guise of me

  • offering some of my worldly wisdom.

  • In reality I was scoping her out.

  • I knew she was really smart, but I wanted to know if she could write, because we just

  • recently had a writer's position open up.

  • I talked to the producers and we offered her a job, something to supplement her normal

  • work and get more experience.

  • She gladly accepted.

  • But nobody was happier than me, because much like the mafia the best way to keep someone

  • quiet is to bring them into the family.

  • So what did I learn from my week at a fast food joint?

  • Honestly, I already knew the work was harder than most people make out, but it was interesting

  • to relive some of that inner shame you feel putting on a fast food uniform.

  • Frustrating too, because like I said, nobody should feel ashamed for putting in an honest

  • day's work, no matter where that is.

  • And for everyone who loves to share memes like this to point out how ridiculous it is

  • that burger flippers want to get paid the same as other jobs:

  • Maybe you're missing the point.

  • Maybe what you should be mad about isn't burger flippers asking for a realistic living wage,

  • and instead be mad that industry has exploited you so that you're working a much more technical

  • or difficult job for such a low wage.

  • Now go watch Living out of my car for a week challenge, or click this other video instead!

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