I worked at McD's one summer. The Special sauce and Tartar sauce came to us in these tubes tthat fit in regulation caulking guns, and that's how we put that stuff on the buns. Just like you were applying a squirt of caulk.
Oh man, I remember too much about that job. Fascinating expereince in some ways, excruciating and horrible in so many others
everything was accounted for. anything that fell on the floor was kept, weighed at the end of the night, and noted by the mgr on some tally sheet.
I could have written the above myself. The one I worked at was in a predominatly black neighborhood, and one thing you learn quickly is that you get a lot of requests for the "fish wit' cheese" aka the Filet O' Fish sandwich. The manager Steve (who was white) had not only graduated from my high school, he had known me from my neighborhood when I was 10-11.
There was this one dude named Tyrone* who was always trying to pick up shifts, because it was apparently his main goal in life to get paid overtime by McDonald's. The workweek ended on Saturday night, which was on Tyrone's regular schedule, but nearly every week I'd get a call from Steve (who closed on Saturdays) asking me to come in because he was going to cut Tyrone's shift back so he'd only work 39.75 hrs. Then sometime before we closed Steve would send Ray, the swing manager, next door to the 7-11 to get a couple 6-packs, which would be put in one of those green 5 gal. pickle buckets & buried under ice (about the only thing that didn't get measured out nightly). After the store closed for business we'd go into high gear cleaning up & when we were done Steve would lock up & then join, me, Ray & whichever employee had closed the front (I closed the ktichen) out in the parking lot with the green bucket. Good times!
*Tyrone was very talkative, could hardly get him to shut up, but if you asked him a question he'd unfailingly reply "I 'on' know" - 'on' being the closest typewritten approximation I can think of for the way he said "don't", it came out like "own". One time someone told a suggestive joke & Tyrone failed to get it. Steve asked him, "Are you gay Tyrone?" and he replied "I 'on' know".