Monday, August 07, 2006

August 7, 1978 - The Luckiest Day Of My Life. High school was over, I had moved with my mom about 90 miles from my home town, about to start junior college, I needed a job that was flexible in scheduling around school. Enter McDonalds. A new one had opened early in the summer in the next town and they were hiring.
I interviewed, was hired and given the lovely green uniform you see here ( I still have it -- it really is that color) and given a start day of August 7. Because this was not where I grew up, I didn't know a single person. I was pretty nervous about how it was going to go. At one time I knew exactly how many pounds of french fries I cooked that day -- I just know I was tired and greasy when I got home.
I didn't really meet anyone that day, only a couple of people spoke to me, but I was seen. A boy who worked the nightshift, where I would ultimately end up after training, came in to pick up his pay check and saw me toiling at the fry vat. That boy is now my husband. I don't remember seeing him that day, but I remember the first time I did. My heart made a little jump -- I guess I should have just known right then.
We learned a lot working there - how to make proper change, how to work as team, providing good customer service. We love the line, "Time to lean; time to clean." I made friends that I still have today. We just plain had fun working there.
28 years later, I'm still reaping benefits from that job. McMinimum wage has long been spent, the uniform doesn't fit any more, but I have the best husband a girl could as for. He's smart, funny, hard-working, a great dad, cute (he'd say 'ruggedly handsome') my best friend. When I see him walk by, my heart still gives that little jump. Thanks McDonalds, you're my kind of place. Posted by Picasa

10 comments:

Patti said...

What a great story - thanks so much for sharing!

Screen Door said...

My mother in law was just voted one of the managers of the year for Mickie D's in Louisiana. I emailed her your link.... I'm totally charmed. I do believe couples that start out as friends stand a whole lot better chance in today's world. That's why I always tell my daughter...they're not boys, they're people.....

Melanie

The Calico Cat said...

How sweet & funny... "Time to lean, time to clean"

Darlene - Dazed Quilter said...

I truly believe that you have to be friends before you can be lovers. My husband is my best friend and I believe my kids married their best friends. Your blog is a delight to read.

Finn said...

What a neat post Libby!! I love it..*VBS* Makes me smile with my heart....good for you, a happy ever after beginning. So happy anniversary of the first day of the rest of your life..*S*

Quick note: THE WTIL stands for Wrap Them In Love, a non-profit organization that collects smaller quilts for children overseas and in disaster area. You can find the head of the one person organization here http://wraptheminlove.org/

I don't know if that will show up as highlighted so you can just click on it, or copy and paste into your browser.
Linda J. heads up the Bama Belles in Alabama, and I have been sending things down to her group. Cher, at Marathon Quilter is part of the Portland Piecers. Lots of great pictures of donated quilts. Any that are there of mine have my real name on them..just so you know..LOL

Sweet P said...

Being friends first is one of the best building blocks for a great marriage. DH and I were friends long before we started dating.

You look adorable in your Mickie's uniform!

Cynthia said...

What a nice story to share:-)

Screen Door said...

I wanted to respond to the comment you made about the small fence in the garden on my site...NYou don't list your email, so this will have to do....While the fence is cute... there is motive behind it. It reminds my husband not to till up the perennials!!!! Cute and practical...
Melanie

Linda_J said...

Sweet, sweet story, Libby.

One of my brothers worked a Mickie D's when he was in his first year of college. It eventually earned him a nickname that only frat boys can come up with but helped pay the bills.

Judy said...

I worked at McDOnalds all thru highschool and luckily we d8idn't get to keep our gorrid brown uniforms. But they were such lovely polyester weren't they!

Nice story!