Misleading Commercials

Ever watch a commercial and just know that they are lying. That there is no way in the world or anywhere else that what they are saying is as good as they make it out to be? Well I've seen my share but recently I saw one that just made me angry at its lies. It's the ad that tries to show a girl happy to work at Tim Horton's. It ain't happening. The big tipoff is the smile. No one smiles like that for real while working there. The only smile I ever wore was pasted on by sheer will. The commercial gives all these great reasons for working at Tim Horton's like working on a team (which is true, you do have to work together in order to get everything together) Oh, and she was walking awfully slow to get things for the drive-thru. If I had been that slow I would've been told to hurry it up! The other reasons are flexible hours (if you can get them) scholarships (minimal) and medical plan (will pay 75% if you work consistently full time hours for at least a year). Yes they make a good point but really, if medical benefits are your goal in work, then I'm sure Tim Horton's isn't the only place that offers it. The only reason I worked there was rent. But I do have to say that rent is a motivating factor. I think I am better for having worked there. Now I know what it's like to have to listen to customers who have nothing better to do than think that you put sugar in their coffee on purpose even though they said no sugar when in fact they said one sugar. But I digress. I have to stop thinking about Tim Horton's and watching those commercials. Mark keeps telling me that I don't have to work there anymore. I really have to let it go.

P.S. Their last ad to get people to apply was based on how stylish the uniforms were. There was a guy on the bus flirting with a girl and not ashamed to be in a uniform because it looked so good and so much like regular clothes. Yeah, I always wear baggy, pleated, beige, too short pants made of a material not found on this planet. And the shirt, oh yes, the latest in fashion when combined with the fab visor and hairnet. I was embarrassed to go to the bank to deposit my paycheque wearing those clothes. But again, I have to get over this. I think I need to write to Dr. Phil.