I worked for a fast food restaurant in Highschool for about 3 years (from age 15-18) I was never a manager but over the 3 years I worked there I saw the entire management team turn over, and I trained all the new managers and did their jobs so if I was working they typically didn’t schedule a manager on shift. The reason I was never a manager was because when I was asked to be one (I was already doing management’s job) I asked what the pay raise would be. They said I wouldn’t get a pay raise but I would get the responsibility of a manager. I was 16 when they asked so I just said, “I mean, I already have the responsibility of a manager. Either I get the pay of a manager or you can find someone else to take the responsibility.” So they asked the new guy I was training to be a manager and gave him manager’s pay. They still didn’t staff a manager when I worked which led to an interesting situation. When I was working as a cashier I had a guy that was clearly mentally ill walk in holding a bicycle seat, slamming it on tables and on the counter. Thankfully there were no customers or other cashiers. It was just me and 2 kitchen staff in the back anyway since there was thankfully no line he waltzed up to me and said “I want this burger combo and if I don’t get it in 1 minute I’m going to bash your head in.” I gave the man his total and he handed me a $20 bill. My kitchen staff was on top of things so as soon as the order went through they had it up. I bagged it, got his drink and change, and he was out of there in under a minute. I told the store manager about the incident and asked (since this type of stuff happens often in our area) if we could get some better security. I did the store’s financial reports pretty often so I presented the argument that given the rates of the local security company the McDonalds around the corner hires, it would be well within our budget to have a security guard at least for the early mornings and late nights when this tends to happen. She said she’ll talk to the franchisee (who started charging for condiment packages, and extra lettuce). He said no of course but complimented me on what a great job I did. When I was 17 and had just graduated highschool the franchisee offered to give me extra hours (I was working 40 a week already) at his other store. It had 4 employees total and the store manager quit. I had time on my hands and wanted money so I said yes. I would finish my opening shift at my store then the Franchisee would drive me up to the other store to close. While at the other store the I found out the temporary store manager was throwing resumes out because “they all sounded too ethnic” so I fished the resumes out of the recycling and handed them to the franchisee who said, “oh but things are running fine now. I trust her judgement or I wouldn’t have asked her to step in.” That was it for me so I sent an application to the restaurant everyone I knew called “the best restaurant in town” and a week later I got a phone call (no interview) saying “so when can you start?” I continued to work at my main store on openings but stopped working at the second store. Told the franchisee I couldn’t handle it. He said it was fine and that I’d done so much for the company. Fast forward to our Christmas party and the store manager is taking restaurant suggestions and my gremlin of a co-worker thinks it’ll be funny to suggest my new restaurant and the staff all unanimously agree. The store manager finds out I’m working there, tells the franchisee and he comes to me telling me that I left them in a hole and how badly the store was running. The cherry on the cake though was later when one of the other guys that would pull double shifts at both stores passed away from a heart attack in his sleep, a girl that was really close to him asked the franchisee if she could put his photo on the counter in memorial. The franchisee said she could, but only in one store and only for one week. That’s when I resigned.