The Fight for 15
I’ve been within the fast-food industry since I was sixteen years old (nearly eighteen years now), and I’ve seen the worst and the best of it. When I started, as a school kid just looking for some extra cash, minimum wage was just that here in New York. Minimum money for minimum work. We were only ever asked to do one thing at a time, and even our managers barely did one thing. Everyone had a place or a piece of the puzzle they handled, and the machine worked. Mostly. Sure, you would get that one customer who would come in and scream in your face, and the managers would look away, but it was rare (at least in my experience—guess I might have just been lucky).