may i take your order?

Now here is another gripe I have. What happened to the smiling young girl who used to greet you at the window, excited to be doing her job? Now you get a pimply young man, boy at best, who isn't thrilled to be at work, but his parents have told him he needed to get a job, because they had one when they were his age. His manner is slow, his speech is slow and low, and his attitude is slow, low, and I don't give a shit.
Tonight my daughter and I went to the big Mickey's house and ordered a simple meal to go, thru the go thru window. I felt as if I were pulling this poor boy's finger nails from his body one by one, as I placed my order. He wasn't screaming, though that probably would have been more excitement than he had showed in months; instead he was lethargic. At the end of placing the order, usually I have to repeat myself at least once, this time I didn't, but his monotone voice told me that I need to go to the first window to pay.
We got to the window and he was holding his hand out for payment. No happy smile on this boy's face, his monotone voice was asking the next customer in line their order. When giving back my change, which was correct, he couldn't even say the right amount.
My God! I wanted to hop this kid up on something! Enthusiasm Boy!
Where are the people that took pride in their jobs?
Where are the people that truly want to work?
When I was in high school, many, many moons ago, we had a class that tried to prepare us for life coming up. We were taught that at the end of the day you should be proud to sign your name to whatever job you happened to do that day.
I have lived by that every day since, always taken pride in my jobs, from being a janitor, a cashier, a bartender, to a boss, a manager, a supervisor.
I just wish these kids would show as much personality as the folks that are greeting you at Wally World. Now they know what jobs are about, hell they know what life is about.
So kids, get a life!!!