McDonald’s is hiring and think geezers like me would fit in just fine. They’re probably right. I can’t imagine how 40 years as an engineer wouldn’t make me a model employee, but on occasion I don’t think things through.
I have, it must be noted, worked in the biz. For people of my indistinct age did, as foolish youth, commonly work at restaurants, burger joints, and fine dining establishments. I also worked in a hospital as a dishwasher, trayline guy, and as a rethermalizer, and yes, that’s a real word. I could try to deny this, but it’s possible an outlier from my distant past might vaguely remember my time in the food service industry and I might be called on it.
Even a cheap date needs a few bucks in his/her pocket, and not all of us had parents ready, willing, and able to buy us our way into college.
Whether I now need to race the clock to get that Big Mac to the customer in no time flat is the question that needs to be answered. Also, am I technically savvy enough to acquaint myself with the rote means and assembly line dexterity one must possess in order to not be a drag to the few teenagers who still labor away their youth for minimum wage
These are deep philosophical questions for which I have no definitive answers, mainly because I plan to put no real thought into them. I’m shallow that way.
It does, however, say a lot about the state of affairs these days when a major company, with the help of an association, such as AARP, has to seek the “mature” worker to fill its employee needs. Kids are either no longer interested, or in need of funds, or available in the numbers required. They are also more peripatetic in their employment endeavors, a fancy way to say they often up and quit because they don’t like it.
Ah, the impetuousness of youth.
Us older types are, however, naturally more reliable, compliant, and little obsessed with where life will take us because we’ve already been there. There’s also that minor nabob of negativity that scoots about the floor dealing with that fact that many seniors don’t have the financial means to glory in a work free retirement.
So shilling burgers may be the thing.
Or it’s a circle of life thing…
How depressing is that!
©2019 David William Pearce