Anger, Depression, and just plain Bitchyness for working at McDonalds

So in order to get some food at the harmless McDonalds in Derry New Hampshire the customers must get verbally absued by the employees. Unfortunetly due to the fact McDonalds is a world wide chain, my puney complaints of the 50 year old metapause trailer trash lady work this evening will go unheard past this blog post. To break down the story for you Catherine and I went for a quick trip to McDonalds, which 'conveniently' enough has two order boards and only one cash line, which in turn causes more traffic and customers orders out of cronological order. Anywho, as Cat and I pull up to the first ordering board we were instructed to wait. Then the woman on the other end of the mic asks for my order, as i start to say my order out loud she snaps at me to wait a mintue. then she switches to the other board, and then tries to come back to my board, this in turn makes her mess up and she starts or continues rather, to take her anger out verbally on me. As i proceed to order our food, we continued to get yelld at that they are out of side salads (as if we were mind readers and were suppose to know that already) then get yelld at for not specifying the different sizes. As we pull up to the second window to pay, the woman tells me our bill is 13$ for only about 5 items, so naturally i tried to correct her and with her attitude she tried to correct me by reading my order, and as my boiliing point starts raising i sarcastically correct her on wat our order is, and in the process i get yelld at for not specifying the size of our order. As i calmly took a deep breath, all was sorted out but just to get a sandwhich and some effing fries i was yelld at and belittled, or at least that was attempted. Well as this story may not be interesting to most people, hears a hint for those middle aged women going through metapause who feel the need to be a complete bitch.......NO ONE FUCKING CARES. no one cares about you, no one cares about your metapause, no one wants to hear you be a bitch, no one wants some white trash yelling at them for ordering some goddamn french fries, so next time you feel like raising your voice for someone trying to order their dinner, think twice about who you are, and remember that just because your depressed and dissapointed with your shitty life, doesnt mean we care or have to deal with it. So take my 6$ and shove it up your ass!

ps. im on my period so eff all of you for judging me and my bitchy rant