EmPOV

I finished the last question on the online survey thing to get a job at McDonalds when Alice burst through the door. "Emmett, please tell me you didn't apply for a job at McDonalds!" She screamed at me. I looked at her with a small smile on my face. "Do I get the job?" I asked her with a smirk. Her eyes glazed over then came back. "Yes," she said, pouting and leaving the room. I had a small celebration by myself as I watched the days go by.

It was my first day at work, I'd put on my work clothes and asked Carlisle for a lift. I kept constantly checking my bag to make sure I had my hat, apron and name badge. "Breathe Emmett. It isn't that bad!" Carlisle kept reassuring me. We made to to work too soon and I had another spazz attack. This time I breathed slowly, opened the car door, got out and watched my footing all the way to the employee door. I didn't want to do a Bella in front of my new work buddies. A manager opened the door with a smile before I could open, and I smiled meekly back at her. "You must be Emmett Cullen. I'm Bridgette, come this way and I'll show you to your trainer." The manager said. I followed her right to a big beefy (not as beefy as me) man who glanced at me and said "this way Cullen" and showed me to the locker room. "Leave your stuff here and bring your hat and badge, take off that jumper too." He told me. I had a feeling I wasn't going to be learning much with this guy. I pulled off my jumper and put it in the bag, replacing my hat and badge. The hat fit snugly and I had lost my nerves so putting the badge on was fine. It would've been awkward if I'd accidently pricked myself and no blood came out. "I'm Rodger by the way," the beefy man said. "Hi Rodger," I said in my best Alice voice and he sneered at me. Note to self, never do Alice impression to Rodger I made a mental note. He walked me to the fry station. "This is where fries, hash browns and apple pies are cooked. Obviously fries and hash browns aren't cooked at the same time. Fries come out of this machine, Frankie. You put the basket here like this, give it a big push, and leave it, fries come out into basket, take basket to oil, place them in the vat and press this button. Easy. At 2:30 left, it'll beep because you need to shake them. It also beeps when they're done, take the fries out and tip them into the salting area. Then do three m's of salt onto the fries. You need a large right now, so pop a large box, grab the fry scooper, mix the fries and salt, grab the box and pour the fries into the box. That's how you make fries. Now do this for a while. I have to go get your paperwork." Rodger explained everything really well. I was left on my own for about 10 minutes and I did my fries perfectly. Well that's what all the other people kept saying when they came to get fries. Rodger came back with the paperwork and said, "You need to sign this fries page. Just here," and he pointed to a line. I grabbed the pen he was holding and scribbled my name on the line.

It'd been half an hour of my first shift and I'd learnt how to make fries. I was getting bored with this. Rodger seemed to read my mind as he said; "now it's time to move onto learning how to cook apple pies. You grab this supply holder and take it to this bench. Open the frozen stock fridge, grab the frozen apple pies and place them one by one into the slots. When there is 8, take it over to the apple pie vat and put it down and press the button. You won't need to shake these because that's stupid. They'll be ready in 8 minutes. Go put the frozen apple pies back into the fridge," Rodger directed me. I was getting sick of him treating me like a retard. I put them back perfectly and went back to making fries. 8 minutes passed and Rodger said, "Emmett, there are apple pie boxes down by the white meat deep fryers, do you want to go grab them? They're above the bin." I nodded and walked down to the white meat deep fryers and grabbed 8 boxes. I turned to walk back when Rodger called out, "grab a set of gloves too," and I picked up a set before walking back down to Rodger. I put the gloves on and started popping the apple pie boxes, closing them on one side. When I'd done that, Rodger explained how to box apple pies. "To box them, pick them up, and place them in and close the box." I was so tempted to tell him that I wasn't a retard. I boxed all 8 with complete perfection and took them down to the apple pie warmer.

The rest of my shift went by with a breeze. Rodger showed me how to clock off, even though it was exactly the same as clocking on. I went back to the locker room and took off my hat and badge, then put my jumper on and placed my work gear back in the bag. I said goodbye to Rodger and to everyone else before leaving. Carlisle was waiting at a table for me, got himself up, nodded towards me and walked out to the car with me following. Once we were settled in the car and were driving on the road to home Carlisle asked, "How was your first day at work?" I rolled my eyes and replied, "It was alright. Although my trainer kept talking to me as if I was a complete retard or something. It was so annoying!" Carlisle didn't want me to rant so left me to my thoughts. We were home in no time and my family wanted to hear my whole first day at work. We gathered around the table and I began my story...

A/N: this was sorta how my actual first day at Maccas went. Although I wasn't treated like much of a retard and I didn't learn how to make apple pies haha. And my trainer was actually a girl called Mel. And I don't have a manager called Bridgette. I hope you like this. I'll update with things that actually happen at work. I have ideas already because they're quite funny. One happened near the start of when I started working, the other happened today well it started yesterday, I just managed to bring it back today LOL. Please review and lemme know if you like this =]