I was a terrible worker, too slow, clumsy and resentful of my circumstances. I quietly decided that I was too good for McDonald's. I constantly justified myself, ‘It’s suuuuuch a shit job! But I need money hahaha.’ I was a bookish good student who enjoyed intellectual conversation. I wasn’t meant for this useless physical labour.
I didn’t improve. And what’s more I didn’t want to improve. Why should I try to be good at something that was beneath me?
But after a few years my attitude started to change.