So one of the new guys at my job apparently can't handle the stress that working the grill of a Walmart McDonalds can bring.
Oh yeah. McD in Wally World. That's hardcore, man.
He gets backed up, he gets frustrated, forgets to drop more product when he empties a tray and suddenly he's banging shit around and cursing.
Pathetic. I can run the entire kitchen by myself during a rush. The food might get out a bit slow but dammit everything is made correctly, it's hot, and I don't have a meltdown doing it.