I Hate Working

Maybe I'm lazy, maybe I'm depressed, or maybe I'm just rational, but I hate working at McDonald's. I've only worked there for 3 and a half weeks and I'm dying to quit already. Unfortunately I don't get the luxury of being a cashier or even a drive thru operator ... I'm, instead, a "chef." If any of you even knew what you were really eating when you ate a McDonald's hamburger, I promise you'd never eat one again (unless you're one of those twats that consumes anything). The chicken's just as bad. I just stand back there in that cramped space, sweating in my uniform, trying not to gag at the stench of dead animal in front of me. Of course, I would just quit, but we need the money, says my dad. Its so depressing. I'm afraid I'll be working at McDonald's because "we (as in my family that doesn't give a shit about me) need the money." Fuck. I won't do it, I won't. I want to mean something, that's all.