
From Kamala Harris to your own boss, a stint at McDonald’s is now a badge of honor
Forty years after his final shift, Michael Erickson still remembers what it was like to put on his striped McDonald’s uniform with the golden arches on a chest pocket. He also recalls taking it off, which involved entering his house through a back door and dropping the grease-splattered garment in the washing machine because his mom didn’t want the rest of the house to reek of a drive-through.
Erickson, now 57, works in Michigan as a director at Melissa Libby & Associates, a strategic communications firm. He says the hard work and customer-service skills learned on his McJob left an indelible mark—like a ketchup stain.
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