Observation on the Promotion of a Fast Food Employee

Trevor made manager in less than six months. I remember him as a lad. A McDonald's trainee with a disclaimer on his chest, not to take him too seriously lest he say something incorrect. If this person upsets you, do not blame us. It is his fault for having something called a "lack of experience." How long did he wear that badge of shame before he was allowed to doff it? How many snide and derisive comments did he have to withstand and how many McFlurries did he have to make again because there were not enough Oreo's the first time? Now I see him and the nervous smile is gone. His cautious optimism is wiped out. He looks at me with stern eyes and a sharper haircut. A tie is tucked into his buttoned shirt to avoid grease, fire, and contamination. I wonder how much of the change is due to the simple change of attire, and how much is due to his six months' experience in this restaurant. Before he had to beg and bother his betters timidly for a password to authorize a coupon. Now he can do it all on his own. Promotion to Management: the privilege not to have to grovel like a dog in order to accept coupons. No, Trevor, now you're on your way to groveling for bigger and better things. Congratulations, son, you've made it.