(Ham it up, take your time and improvise. How would you feel if you worked at MickeyD's?)
W2: Wow. What a night. I think I must have sold a 1000 hamburgers myself!
W1: Yeah...I feel like a french fry myself: deep fried and ready for the bag!
(Both kind of snicker)
W1: I had this one lady that must have changed her order 5 times after I punched it in. You know, how hard can it be? It's not like we've got a hard menu!
W2: You know, I've watched people stand back from the counter and read the menu back and forth, back and forth. I mean, Duh, how many times have you been to MickeyD's?
W1: Yeah...(pause)...I dropped a whole tray of chesseburgers on the floor one time. It was dinner time and everybody was really moving fast, and I turned around with the tray in my hands, and WHAM...Deidre hit the tray...burgers everywhere! Of course, the customers didn't care whether I dropped them or not. They just expected to get their orders just as fast.
W2: Did the manager know about it?
W1: Did the manager know???? Deidre WAS the manager! She acted like I was a complete idiot, dissed me, and sent me out in the parking lot to pick up trash. (pause) Actually, she did me a favor (chuckling). I'd rather be in parking lot picking up paper than inside dealing with idiots like her!
(pause and eat or drink a second or two)
W1: You know, I really hate it here. My dad keeps telling me that ÏI need to have a job to learn what it's like in the real worldÓ. My dad never worked at MickeyD's, I can tell you! He had it made: he went to work right after high school and has worked the same job ever since. He goes in every day and has a nice desk and a computer and doesn't have anybody bothering him. (speak in a man's voice, shaking head side to side) I'd like to 'Super-size' that report, Mr. Harris.
(both laugh)
W2: I agree. It's stinky working here sometimes...
W1: (cuts W2 off) SOMETIMES? It stinks all the time! You talk like you're new here, or something.
W2: No way...I've worked here for...(pause, counting in her head)...wow, a year and half.
W1: You've worked here a year and half? I've been here 6 months and it feels like 6 years!
W2: Well, I don't plan on staying here...It's just...I've met some really nice people here, too.
W1: (sarcastically) Yeah, like who?
W2: Well,(shrugging shoulders and motioning to W1)...you, for instance...
(W1 takes a drink and looks at W2 puzzled)
W2: (continuing)...and some of the others, too.
W1: Yeah, well,...you know, you're alright, too. But we're all here only because we have to be. As soon as I get my degree, I'm on the job hunt. I want to get a nice, good paying job, so I can get my own place and do the things I want to do.
W2: I want to do that, too. But...(pause)... I want my life to count for something. I don't want to just make money and spend it.
W1: Mine will count for something...me!
W2: But don't you want to...I don't know...do something that makes a difference in the way things are?
W1: Sure, but what's the use? I can't change things in the world, and no one cares if I could.
W2: Well, maybe I won't be able to either, but I feel like I have to try...(pause, looks at watch)...Hey, we need to get back to work (starts to get up).
W1: (Sighs) Yeah, I guess it's time to get back to the grease mine. (looks at W2, asks sincerely) Are you serious about this 'making a difference' thing? Do you really feel like you can change things?
(Freeze until room is dark)
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