- (cries) I hate working.
(door slams) I don't want to go back. - Then don't. - (shrieks) Ahhh. - Doctor, doctor, please help. I've got a tumor. - Then don't. (tumor slurps) (patient cries) - Hi, my name is Maaz and I
got fired from my first job. And you will too if you
don't subscribe to me. Because only a third of
you who watch my channel actually click the button. So please sub or else
I'll make you into a sub. Oh, and this video is
sponsored by CuriosityStream. More on that later. When I was 13, I grew up in a traditionally
Brown or Asian household within rural Australia. Now I'm not sure if this was the case for other people like me, but the idea of giving your
kids allowances, independence, or freedom were alien
concepts to my parents. To them, what was the point
in getting money for yourself before you're 18? Because they always did say, if you need anything just let us know and we'll get it for you. But the weird thing is whenever I asked my parents for
unconditional parental love, they said no. So I guess it doesn't work all the time. (Maaz laughs then cries) Anyways, because I was
just a puny Brown teenager, I had to convince my parents
to let me get my first job and earn some real money. I went to the nearest
building that was hiring. And after going through their
rigorous interview process I finally started working at Mac... Oh wait, actually I don't
wanna get in trouble for this video. So I guess I'll have to
use a fake name, hey? Now, if I was uncreative, I'd
probably name it something along the lines of McDouunald's. But since I'm not, I worked at WackDonald's, because that place was wack. (audience claps and cheers) Oh, yes, thank you. In Australia we like to
shorten our words by a lot. So almost everybody here ends up calling WackDonald's Wacca's. It's actually so commonplace that some stores even have signs outside that just say Wacca's. (laughs) Isn't Australian culture neat? Australia isn't a real country. Please help me, they're
keeping me hostage. Now I won't talk smack about WackDonald's, 'cause I actually do think
it's a great place to work. I don't have any regrets about
having my first job there. And the people working were really nice and there's not that
many negative experiences that I had to go through. - Um, excuse me, can I have extra sauce? - Did you just say extra sauce? (Tires squeal) So let me tell you about
the behind the scenes at WackDonald's for when I worked there. So the workers were split
basically between two sides. The cooking team, which was in charge of
making all of the food, but in the front were the real MVPs, the people who man the counter, who took and prepared the orders, and the little Timmy over here who is responsible for continuously breaking
the ice cream machine. (spanner clanks) But again, just like
most minimum wage jobs, there's the good, the bad, and the weird, like the very, very weird. There was this one guy in particular who I still think about to this day, because he terrified me and I don't want to see him again. His name is Terry and he's a regular connoisseur of Wacca's, and he was so consistent
with what he came in for that the staff knew exactly
what he was going to order. A single cone of 50 cent
soft serve ice cream. He ordered this daily, and every time he'd happily walk out with some delicious soft serve in one hand and the growing risk of
diabetes in the other. I didn't think too much of it until one day when I was
manning in the counter I recognize old Terry walking in. He was my beacon of hope within the chaos and humdrum of work. So when he walked up to order
the same 50 cent serve cone I was more than happy to oblige. I make the ice cream with great difficulty (spanner clanks) give it to him and reach
out my hand for payment. (coins clatter) These aren't Australian coins. These are way too light. And it reminds me of New Zealand coin because I used to live there. Oh, yep, nope. These are New Zealand coins. Sir, I don't think we're allowed
to accept foreign currency at WackDonald's. (coins clatter) Oh, oh, oh no. Timmy, do your thing. (fist thuds) So this may be speculation here but I think this guy had been paying for his 50 cent ice cream the entire time with New Zealand coins. And this must have been a deliberate thing because if it was a one-time mistake, why would he take back the coins and run off to join another line? Which then begs the question, why? Actually why? Because the difference
between the two currency in terms of their value
is 50 cents New Zealand is 40 cents Australian. So I guess he's getting 10 cents off, which is to be fair a 20% discount. But then again, why go to such an effort to get New Zealand coins from an exchange service for ice cream? I didn't even know what to do
at that point because listen. As a Wacca's fast food employee, I do not get paid enough to go up to him and give him the good old don't. In the end, the 10 cent
difference was not worth it. And I just pretended like
I didn't know him at all. Also because the 10 cents
was like an hour of my pay. Weird stories like these make
work fun and interesting, yeah, but it's also not that common. The usual things that I had to deal with were customers who yelled at me or people who got their order wrong and thought it was my fault, or just plain annoying customers. - E-e-e-extra sauce? - You again? That's it. Heres your extra sauce. (Lonely Teacher gurgles) So overall, whilst I enjoyed
the friends that I made, after working for a bit in WackDonald's and dealing with the nasty customers, it actually did leave me
feeling more scared, anxious, and nervous about working there. So much so that by the final
few days of the third month of me working there, I didn't want to go back. I had to legitimately
force myself to go back every single day, all for minimum wage anxiety and getting scammed 10 cents on the daily. Thank you, Terry. Thank you. It always felt like I wasn't
up to the task, you know, because I'd make a mistake
and then I'd get yelled at, which made me more careful
not to make the mistake but then I'd get yelled at for being slow. So then I'd speed up and
then I'd make a mistake. And it would just repeat
and repeat and repeat. They was so consistent with this, that you'd think that it
was their secret ingredient (laughs) because it was. Yeah, the salt and the fries are actually underpaid teenage tears. (Worker sobs) Until one day I went up to my mom, venting about how I had
to go work the next day and how badly I didn't want to go. And she said the magical word. - Don't. (Maaz gasps) - Now look, I'm going
to be real with y'all, and mum, I know you're watching this and I'm sorry in advance. I love you. But that is some grade A terrible advice. Do not, please, please,
do not ditch or ghost in a professional setting. Okay? Because it is always going
to end badly for you, especially if you ghost it in
the middle of a critical job. - Yeah, hold this. - Oh. - All jokes aside, I know I was 13 and I shouldn't expect past Maaz to make perfectly logical decisions, but I think I did let my anxiety
overpower me a little bit. I should have at least
gone into WackDonald's and quit in person instead of running away
from what was troubling me. Because a month later I got a letter saying that I was effectively terminated. And because of that, I was
so scared from seeing anybody from WackDonald's that
I've never gone back. Nah, I'm kidding. I went back yesterday. The fries are just too good. (worker sobs) - Oh god. - Honestly, I made this video
because I wanted to compare against what I would do now. And the answer is pretty
boring because I would have just handed in my two week's resignation and then skiddedy-be-boo-bopped
out of there. But that's growth. That's exactly what I was looking for because I have changed for the better, even if just a tiny little bit. (Lonely Teacher whimpers) And I hope that I can continue
changing for the better and that the Maaz now, 10
years after my first job, who's starting to work
long-term as a doctor can handle the incoming burden. And if I ever get the urge to run away, hide, or avoid the growing responsibility, I know exactly what to do. Don't. (footsteps crunch) When I come home all stressed
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