So I've made a few posts before, but basically last time I worked at Burger King. Now I've actually worked for Burger King twice. Once when I was 19, and then when I was 23. And both times it's been.. really bad. Extremely unprofessional. I mean, I felt like I was the only one there who was really passionate about it. Everyone here should probably know, Burger King has always been my favorite fast food restaurant. When I was looking for work, I didn't care where, but I intentionally sought out Burger King because I really wanted to work there.To quickly go over everything the last time I left because I was verbally abused. And I'm gonna be honest, the last couple days I worked there I wasn't doing my best. It was during a time my mental health was really bad and I was really struggling. Honestly my last day I wasn't even gonna come in because I just literally couldn't handle it, my emotions were really that bad. But I did anyway, and I was really proud of myself for that. I know it sounds really bad or like I'm lazy but it really takes a lot to pull yourself up like that when you're really having really bad depression and mental issues like that.But.. maybe I shouldn't have. I was on drive thru and the machines were really messing up. The orders would be random, meaning you'd have to manually mess everything around. And then the cash register would get locked, which would mean I'd need the key from a manager. But the manager who was there would refuse to unlock it because “This shouldn't even be happening”, so I'd be standing there, wanting to give customers their change, but unable to.
After a while things got better, but then I'd have to play catch up after everything, coping with it all. At this point one of the other mangers is verbally abusing me, and shoving/throwing food in my face. It took a while but after so many things I decided it was enough, and I walked right out in the middle of a 8-hour shift. And I guess during passing food our hands accidentally touched and she shouted at me for touching her. Almost like I'm a filthy animal.
Again, this is at a time where I was struggling with a lot of different things and my mental health was horrible. Honestly, I really belonged in a mental hospital. I'm glad I left, I don't want to be treated like a animal.
Going along with my mental issues it's really important to say what my issues are. I'm a trans woman, I have mild autism, and I have borderline personality disorder, among just general depression and stuff. I've actually thought about going on disability.
Now recently I was out on a walk and I went back, because I was hungry and I loved their food. The head manager was there, we fought before. And despite everything, the tension wasn't there anymore at all. He seemed friendly with me. It really makes me think if like it was all in my head and I just freaked out way too much. He even asking if I was hanging out with them for a while.
Just seeing everyone around, it seems like a nice environment, but I know it's probably not. To have a sense of belonging, or just having money. And that's what really gets me, I want to be at a place like that, but I know I probably can't. The thing is I can get a job just fine. I just can't keep one very good, I can't maintain one.
I was actually considering on asking to come back. But I left cold-turkey. They'd probably not ever let me back. And.. the girl who kinda abused me, is there. I don't know if I could handle that. And that's IF they would let me back. And if they don't, that's really awkward.
The walk back home was kinda depressing.