You find yourself working at the horrible, low-paying, grease-ridden, fat-filled, clown-infested local McDonalds (not that there’s anything wrong with working at McDonalds).  One fine, April day, you get assigned to work a quintuple shift!  Oh, man!  Not again!  You consign yourself to your fate, and go to work.  After the fourth shift, you fall asleep by the friers!  You’re completely knocked out.  The orders continue to pile up, despite you not cooking any food!  You wake up with a start to discover thousands of orders waiting your attention.  To avoid the work, you throw yourself into the secret, giant frier that is hidden under the floor (it’s there just in case Jessica Simpson decides to drop in).  Upon receiving severe third-degree burns (as opposed to the nice kind), you are relieved of your duties.  You wake up.  You weren’t ever a McDonald’s employee!  …no you were.  Just kidding.  Now you must get a new job.  Good thing you are hospital roommates with Donald Trump (he’s recovering from injuries related to his most recent bout with hair plugs).  He offers you a job doing nothing in an office.  Perfect!  After years of recovery, skin-grafts, and soup operas, you go to your new job at the Trump towers.  Donald doesn’t remember you, but you are shoved into a cubicle anyway.  Here you do nothing.  You stare at the walls of your cubicle for eight hours a day.  At the end of your first day of paid monotony, you decide to go to McDonald’s for dinner.  You are shocked that no one remembers you!  Then, you realize that this is a different McDonalds than the one you worked at.  You leave.  But, what to do about dinner?  Where would you go to reward yourself for a successful first day of your new career of doing nothing?