I started working at McDonald’s the day I turned 16. That was… long ago.
Since that time, I will fully admit it — I love McDonald’s. This, despite working there for over three years (which is an ETERNITY in McDonald’s Land) and cooking tens of thousands of Big Mac and Quarter Pounders.
Honestly, I couldn’t possibly begin to estimate how many Mickey D’s burgers I’ve cooked, and consumed.
Those that read my “Open Letter to Mesa Fire Department, Ladder 209 B-Shift” post a few days ago know I’ve been on a little quest to find, and meet, the first responders that helped save my life last year when I had a heart attack.
Thanks to the power of social media, lots of great friends, and a very helpful Public Information Officer with the Mesa Fire Department, huge progress has been made!
I now have all the names of the firemen and EMTs that responded to my 911 call that day.
