Update: Life as a part time McDonalds crew

So, a coupla nights ago I hit a really rough patch with work. I feel like working at McDonalds has already taught me a lot and built me up to have a high tolerance for almost anything. But on Saturday night, I was seriously on the verge.

I was so close to throwing in the towel half way during my shift and just walking out and quit. I've never had thoughts that were anywhere close to this. I couldn't take it anymore. But it was bad. Definitely the worst. And I've had LOTS of bad shifts before in the past. It was a tough night for everyone anyway, including my manager.

Basically what happened was that at the thick of my feelings of hopelessness and anger, my other friend (whom I just met) turned to me and said that it was actually his best shift so far. I'm like, "What?!". He said this because despite the fact that everything was falling apart, he felt like our teamwork had never been any stronger.

He was absolutely right.

That hit me really hard that. This is the reason why I'm still there today, despite all my woes and hardships. The friendships I made from this job is absolutely priceless and indescribable. We have learned to work/laugh/play with one another but more than that, grow over the years. No one will fully understand the things that we go through together each night, except the few of us.

And that's why if you ask anyone, work used to be something I seriously looked forward to so much each week, and even enjoyed every minute of when I'm there. That's cause every shift I was working well and hard with all my mates from work. We were an unbeatable team. But things started to take a turn when more than half of my friends resigned from Maccas because they found better jobs somewhere else.

To cut the long story short, lack of good team members on top of the stress of uni in a high pressured environment of a fast food restaurant, can really tip someone off the edge.

There were good times. Lots of sentiments of working in Freshwater McDonalds every since my second week of arriving in Australia. It's been a huge part of my formative life in Melbourne since the very start.

But now, circumstances are different. It's not about me thinking of jumping off a sinking ship. But I guess the plan is to just suck it up, and finish off 3 more weeks of work, before going on a hiatus to focus on exams before flying back to Malaysia for a month.

But when I'm back, I really need to know if any of this is still worth it if things don't change. Especially cause it will be my very last semester of uni. And that is more important to me than anything. But of course, I will definitely be wise about my decision and not rule anything out first. That's for later on, not sure what's gonna happen.

It's a huge thing to think about, but not for now. And I will leave it all up to God. Because I know more than anything that He knows me best. And will guide me to do whatever He thinks is right.

Oh and on a slightly different note. I just received news today that I've made it through to the next round of interview for this Grad position that I applied for. Extremely ecstatic but honestly for some reason, I feel more scared about being disappointed about the outcome each time I advance into the next stage of this process.

But this is something that I am committing to God and am going to work through with Jesus. I really, really, don't know how my future looks at this point. In terms of what next semester will look like for me. Whether I'll still be at Maccas. And then whether or not I'm going to have a job or where when I graduate.

All a huge muck of grey and uncertainty right now. But no matter what season that I'm in in Life, I will still praise that my God is good. And that He is faithful. Now and forever.

So let it be,

Winston.