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(Telegraph)   McDonald's UK unveils Mad Men-inspired employee uniforms, featuring muted polo shirts, pencil skirts, and skinny ties. No more baseball caps, because they're too American and connote "sport and petrol pump attendants"   (fashion.telegraph.co.uk) divider line 93
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2012-06-22 08:51:11 AM
Mad Men? They look like woodwork teachers.
 
2012-06-22 08:54:18 AM

Darth_Lukecash: Mugato: And they're called FRIES, GODDAMMIT.

Don't ask what they call cookies...


Or potato chips.
 
2012-06-22 08:59:22 AM
Ties for mail employees that will fall into fry oil and get caught in devises. Movement constricting skirts for female employees that will negatively impact productivity. A ghastly "gherkin" green vee-neck shirt for women that makes most skin tones look sickly. Are these designers being paid by Burger King?
 
2012-06-22 08:59:41 AM

thamike: F*ck this Mod skinny-tie noise. Yoga pants and nipple clamps. It's the only answer.


I like the cut of your jib...

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2012-06-22 09:01:16 AM
lh5.ggpht.com

Can't wait to see some of those McD guys choose the pencil skirt instead.

/link jic you want to see more of the guy above's skirts. (new window)
 
2012-06-22 09:24:49 AM

gmoney101: The language called English for a reason...

The Middle French word bescuit is derived from the Latin words bis (twice) and coquere, coctus (to cook, cooked), and, hence, means "twice-cooked".[1] This is because biscuits were originally cooked in a twofold process: first baked, and then dried out in a slow oven.[2]

This term was then adapted into English in the 14th century during the Middle Ages, in the Middle English word bisquite, to represent a hard, twice-baked product.

/Simpleton


Pretty sure I've never twice-baked a cookie in my life.
Or for that matter, a biscuit

Neither of which should be -hard-

/Why is English food so awful? You guys owned India, for God's sake.
 
2012-06-22 09:25:43 AM
Glad to see the trailer-trash look is sunsetting like the nation that inspired it.

(Scrubbed up & dashing in a British BlickDonald's)
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Yes - chips with my beef Wellington ensemble would be a capital idea!
 
2012-06-22 09:29:34 AM
Shouldn't that telly clip feature the new McD's clobber more than two stupid gits prattling on about it?
 
2012-06-22 09:48:54 AM
I loved the uniforms when I visited Colombia. They wore cool denim pants with the little M logos on their ass. It didn't help that every girl there was absolutely gorgeous.

/they had a chicken mac.
 
2012-06-22 09:57:10 AM

JokerMattly:

/Why is English food so awful? You guys owned India, for God's sake.


You have never been to England, have you?
 
2012-06-22 10:17:27 AM

gmoney101: JokerMattly:

/Why is English food so awful? You guys owned India, for God's sake.

You have never been to England, have you?


I have. Enjoyed the food quite a lot. Had to do some digging but we found some really nice places to eat..

Although, what's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their Sunday Mirrors, complaining about the tea - "Oh they don't make it properly here, do they, not like at home" - and stopping at Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in their cotton frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh 'cos they "overdid it on the first day." And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Continentales with their modern international luxury roomettes and draught Red Barrel and swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss the bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night the hotel has a bloody cabaret in the bar, featuring a tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some bloated fat tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners. And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhoea trying to pick up hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel and once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman Remains to buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleeding Watney's Red Barrel and one evening you visit the so called typical restaurant with local colour and atmosphere and you sit next to a party from Rhyl who keep singing "Torremolinos, torremolinos" and complaining about the food - "It's so greasy isn't it?" - and you get cornered by some drunken greengrocer from Luton with an Instamatic camera and Dr. Scholl sandals and last Tuesday's Daily Express and he drones on and on about how Mr. Smith should be running this country and how many languages Enoch Powell can speak and then he throws up over the Cuba Libres. And sending tinted postcards of places they don't realise they haven't even visited to "All at number 22, weather wonderful, our room is marked with an 'X'. Food very greasy but we've found a charming little local place hidden away in the back streets where they serve Watney's Red Barrel and cheese and onion crisps and the accordionist plays 'Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner'." And spending four days on the tarmac at Luton airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dried BEA-type sandwiches and you can't even get a drink of Watney's Red Barrel because you're still in England and the bloody bar closes every time you're thirsty and there's nowhere to sleep and the kids are crying and vomiting and breaking the plastic ash-trays and they keep telling you it'll only be another hour although your plane is still in Iceland and has to take some Swedes to Yugoslavia before it can load you up at 3 a.m. in the bloody morning and you sit on the tarmac till six because of "unforeseen difficulties", i.e. the permanent strike of Air Traffic Control in Paris - and nobody can go to the lavatory until you take off at 8, and when you get to Malaga airport everybody's swallowing "enterovioform" and queuing for the toilets and queuing for the armed customs officers, and queuing for the bloody bus that isn't there to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been finished. And when you finally get to the half-built Algerian ruin called the Hotel del Sol by paying half your holiday money to a licensed bandit in a taxi you find there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the taps, there's no water in the bog and there's only a bleeding lizard in the bidet. And half the rooms are double booked and you can't sleep anyway because of the permanent twenty-four-hour drilling of the foundations of the hotel next door - and you're plagues by appalling apprentice chemists from Ealing pretending to be hippies, and middle-class stockbrokers' wives busily buying identical holiday villas in suburban development plots just like Esher, in case the Labour government gets in again, and fat American matrons with sloppy-buttocks and Hawaiian-patterned ski pants looking for any mulatto male who can keep it up long enough when they finally let it all flop out. And the Spanish Tourist Board promises you that the raging cholera epidemic is merely a case of mild Spanish tummy, like the previous outbreak of Spanish tummy in 1660 which killed half London and decimated Europe - and meanwhile the bloody Guardia are busy arresting sixteen-year-olds for kissing in the streets and shooting anyone under nineteen who doesn't like Franco. And then on the last day in the airport lounge everyone's comparing sunburns, drinking Nasty Spumante, buying cartons of duty free "cigarillos" and using up their last pesetas on horrid dolls in Spanish National costume and awful straw donkeys and bullfight posters with your name on "Ordoney, El Cordobes and Brian Pules of Norwich" and 3-D pictures of the Pope and Kennedy and Franco, and everybody's talking about coming again next year and you swear you never will although there you are tumbling bleary-eyed out of a tourist-tight antique Iberian airplane...
 
2012-06-22 10:19:26 AM

Dear Jerk: Wait until someone gets his tie caught in the burger conveyor and has his head pulled slowly down into the boiling oil.


Waiting....eagerly.....
 
2012-06-22 10:26:43 AM
I'm ok with this!
 
2012-06-22 10:30:19 AM

edip1976: gmoney101: JokerMattly:

/Why is English food so awful? You guys owned India, for God's sake.

You have never been to England, have you?

I have. Enjoyed the food quite a lot. Had to do some digging but we found some really nice places to eat..

Although, what's the point of going abroad if you're just another tourist carted around in buses surrounded by sweaty mindless oafs from Kettering and Coventry in their cloth caps and their cardigans and their transistor radios and their Sunday Mirrors, complaining about the tea - "Oh they don't make it properly here, do they, not like at home" - and stopping at Majorcan bodegas selling fish and chips and Watney's Red Barrel and calamares and two veg and sitting in their cotton frocks squirting Timothy White's suncream all over their puffy raw swollen purulent flesh 'cos they "overdid it on the first day." And being herded into endless Hotel Miramars and Bellvueses and Continentales with their modern international luxury roomettes and draught Red Barrel and swimming pools full of fat German businessmen pretending they're acrobats forming pyramids and frightening the children and barging into queues and if you're not at your table spot on seven you miss the bowl of Campbell's Cream of Mushroom soup, the first item on the menu of International Cuisine, and every Thursday night the hotel has a bloody cabaret in the bar, featuring a tiny emaciated dago with nine-inch hips and some bloated fat tart with her hair brylcreemed down and a big arse presenting Flamenco for Foreigners. And then some adenoidal typists from Birmingham with flabby white legs and diarrhoea trying to pick up hairy bandy-legged wop waiters called Manuel and once a week there's an excursion to the local Roman Remains to buy cherryade and melted ice cream and bleeding Watney's Red Barrel and one evening you visit the so called typical restaurant with local colour and atmosphere and you sit next to a party from Rhyl who keep singing "Torremolinos, torremolinos" ...



TL:DR I assume it's a copy and paste from a comedy sketch?

Anyway, glad you had some good meals. Yeah, the problem with London is there are a lot of chain restaurants mascarading as quality eateries that don't have any trained staff in the kitchens - Franky and Benny's, TGI Friday, Harvester etc... You need to get off the main roads if you are in the West End and if you get a chance, and are feeling flush head to the City of London where all the banks are, that's where you will find the best (and most expensive) restaurants.

Did you have Indian?
 
2012-06-22 10:34:50 AM
You can change the uniform all you want, but it's still farking McDonald's.
 
2012-06-22 10:36:37 AM

lousyskater: You can change the uniform all you want, but it's still farking McDonald's.


This all day.

How about changing the menu?

Or better still bring Wendy's back to the UK!
 
2012-06-22 11:05:26 AM

gmoney101: TL:DR I assume it's a copy and paste from a comedy sketch?

Anyway, glad you had some good meals. Yeah, the problem with London is there are a lot of chain restaurants mascarading as quality eateries that don't have any trained staff in the kitchens - Franky and Benny's, TGI Friday, Harvester etc... You need to get off the main roads if you are in the West End and if you get a chance, and are feeling flush head to the City of London where all the banks are, that's where you will find the best (and most expensive) restaurants.

Did you have Indian?.


Monty Python's Traavel Agent Sketch.

Stayed away from the the chains after realizing I spent $100 US on what would normally be a $50 check in NYC. Thankfully that was the first night and we spent the rest of our time there exploring. Ate at a lot of small places, and some pubs.

And yes. Yes I did...
It was very, very good. Wound up eating Indian probably 4 of the 9 nights.
 
2012-06-22 11:09:58 AM

MaudlinMutantMollusk: Does anyone actually notice what corporate worksuit the drone handing you your pre-formed, pre-cooked grease bomb is wearing?


Only if the girl wearing it is very cute, and filling it out very well...which is quite rare. More often they are meh and/or filling it up way too much, in the wrong way.
 
2012-06-22 11:13:34 AM

Glenford: Darth_Lukecash: Mugato: And they're called FRIES, GODDAMMIT.

Don't ask what they call cookies...

Or potato chips.


Yeah, "crisps". I was just messing around. I've spent a good portion of my life in British pubs, although I usually just order the ale as opposed to food. We across the pond should adopt that nomenclature anyway since they don't like to say "fried" anything now. KFC hasn't been called Kentucky FRIED Chicken in a fortnight times 20 stone or whatever moon-man measurements you Limeys have.
 
2012-06-22 11:22:40 AM
Clearly, the designer of these uniforms did not ever work in the actual environment that they are for. Evidence: short skirt and neck ties.

Now, I have never worked at McDonalds. But, I have worked in dangerous work environments, like construction and machine shops. The one thing you never wear there is a neck tie. Too much of a safety hazard. I can imagine the same risk applies to an environment of boiling oil and grills that are on all day. Not to mention that random angry customer who gets violent (maybe not in Europe, but in the U.S., there have been a few people who got angry enough to get violent over wrong orders). As for the skirts, this has to be someone who's never worked in fast food, or has some bug up their ass about looks over functional work attire. Sadly, I've been in places where that was the case. The first retail job I worked we weren't allowed to wear jeans, just slacks. That was good for the cashiers and the floor help. But I was a stockman. Slacks just got ruined doing my job, and when I asked about either getting to wear clothes that could handle what I was doing or having the company buy me slacks so I wasn't losing money on clothes that were getting destroyed by my job, the answer was "We pay you ten cents over minimum wage so you can buy your own clothes that gets ruined on the job." I was fresh out of high school back then, and no skills, just a high school diploma, that's what you get.
 
2012-06-22 11:29:37 AM

Darth_Lukecash: Mugato: And they're called FRIES, GODDAMMIT.

Don't ask what they call cookies...


weknowmemes.com
 
2012-06-22 11:45:08 AM

Great Janitor: Clearly, the designer of these uniforms did not ever work in the actual environment that they are for. Evidence: short skirt and neck ties.

Now, I have never worked at McDonalds. But, I have worked in dangerous work environments, like construction and machine shops. The one thing you never wear there is a neck tie. Too much of a safety hazard.


They've been wearing neckties at the McDonald's around here for like, 6 years.
 
2012-06-22 11:46:55 AM
those ties will make a great fomite
 
2012-06-22 11:47:20 AM

MaudlinMutantMollusk: Does anyone actually notice what corporate worksuit the drone handing you your pre-formed, pre-cooked grease bomb is wearing?


Yes, because I'm not an anti-social asshole and actually engage in personal interaction with the people I buy things from instead of condescendingly calling them "drones".
 
2012-06-22 11:50:39 AM

Dear Jerk: Wait until someone gets his tie caught in the burger conveyor and has his head pulled slowly down into the boiling oil.


Clip-on.
 
2012-06-22 12:03:41 PM
I love when the subby takes a quote from an article completely out of context and half of the Boobiess are just shiatting all over the article or person supposedly quoted, for something that they never said.

PS. The "too American" comment was in regards to getting rid of the baseball caps as part of the uniform. Not that the entire uniform is too American.
 
2012-06-22 12:05:57 PM

meanmutton: MaudlinMutantMollusk: Does anyone actually notice what corporate worksuit the drone handing you your pre-formed, pre-cooked grease bomb is wearing?

Yes, because I'm not an anti-social asshole and actually engage in personal interaction with the people I buy things from instead of condescendingly calling them "drones".


But you really should get that sarcasm detector fixed

/and go buy yourself a sense of humor
 
2012-06-22 12:42:08 PM
If anybody bothered to read the article, it looks like only the managers would be wearing skirts or ties (IE, exactly like it is done now, just that said ties and skirts are slightly different).
 
2012-06-22 12:44:09 PM

TheOmni: Why do they have a different uniform for men and women? Not just a pants (or what do they call them, trousers?) vs skirts thing, but a whole different color. Fark your gender binary.


This just in: men and women are different. More at 11
 
2012-06-22 12:46:04 PM

MaudlinMutantMollusk: Does anyone actually notice what corporate worksuit the drone handing you your pre-formed, pre-cooked grease bomb is wearing?


Hack novelists from 1995 called, they want their prose back.
 
2012-06-22 01:00:55 PM

JokerMattly: gmoney101: The language called English for a reason...

The Middle French word bescuit is derived from the Latin words bis (twice) and coquere, coctus (to cook, cooked), and, hence, means "twice-cooked".[1] This is because biscuits were originally cooked in a twofold process: first baked, and then dried out in a slow oven.[2]

This term was then adapted into English in the 14th century during the Middle Ages, in the Middle English word bisquite, to represent a hard, twice-baked product.

/Simpleton

Pretty sure I've never twice-baked a cookie in my life.
Or for that matter, a biscuit

Neither of which should be -hard-

/Why is English food so awful? You guys owned India, for God's sake.




England has more Michelin starred and fêted restaurants per capita than anywhere in the world, besides Japan. Were you lured in by some sort of tourist trap? There isn't a single British person in a branch of Angus Steakhouse....

Many non-Americans find US food to be over-seasoned to the point of being inedible.
 
2012-06-22 01:33:22 PM
Screw that. I hope they don't actually expect the women to wear those skirts and matching, close toed shoes that are comfortable enough to stand in for an entire shift. This isn't the '60's, women can wear pants if they want.
 
2012-06-22 01:55:25 PM

Bungles: I'm not sure how practical a knee-tapered skirt is for scrubbing the underside of a chip fryer. You'd have to hike the dress up to your waist.

There's going to be vagina everywhere.

 
2012-06-22 01:56:29 PM

wombatsrus: mscleo: As a female who worked fast food in my younger years, my first thought is that pencil skirts are impractical for fast food and look terrible on overweight women.

[www.pasazz.net image 475x640]


That's more of a marker skirt...

/it's okay, i'm fat
 
2012-06-22 02:10:39 PM

Bungles: I'm not sure how practical a knee-tapered skirt is for scrubbing the underside of a chip fryer. You'd have to hike the dress up to your waist.

There's going to be vagina everywhere.


"You're drinking, you black out. You wake up, you're in White Castle -- working there 3 years, STILL not assistant manager. Your buddies tell you to quit, but you can't 'cause you're banging the slow girl on the fry-o-later. They say she's a little retarded, but those titties ain't retarded!"
 
2012-06-22 03:55:42 PM

gmoney101: The language called English for a reason...


images58.fotki.com
 
2012-06-22 05:38:42 PM

Dear Jerk: Wait until someone gets his tie caught in the burger conveyor and has his head pulled slowly down into the boiling oil.


cache.gawker.com

"Burger conveyor?"
 
2012-06-22 07:11:40 PM
3.bp.blogspot.com
 
2012-06-22 07:24:43 PM
gadian

This isn't the '60's, women can wear pants if they want.

Trousers. I believe the word is "trousers" in RightPondia.
 
2012-06-22 10:01:59 PM
I used to wear a tie as a shift manager at McDonald's when I was 17, so I'm getting a kick out of these replies...
 
2012-06-23 08:19:31 AM
Moar car hops, please.
blog.mlive.com
 
2012-06-23 02:46:09 PM

Tat'dGreaser: Walker: Oh snap!

I think there needs to be some unnecessary "u's" in there.

Ouh snaup!


Ouh Schnaupps.
 
2012-06-23 10:23:11 PM
Let's see the fat crew chicks in the new uniforms and then we'll decide.

/but likely a NO
 
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