Finally quiting the job you hate!
It wasn't the greatest job in the world but it was accommodating for the situation I was in when I got it. But after months of getting shitty hours and being treated poorly because I was a friend of a slacker kid who's parents managed the place, I'd had enough. It's a restaurant, btw where I was a cashier. I don't understand how these people still have a business. SO VERY MANY of their employee's just quit, they're always short of people and the people that do work there, don't know what the fuck their doing! They've got dishwasher's preparing food that they've never even heard of. And when customer's ask what's good, I smile lightheartedly and say "EVERYTHING!" Even though my brain is screaming, "For god's sake man just turn around and RUN to macdonald's!". Because compared to here it's a better alternative. After a 10 hour graveyard shift, an hour trek home, 2 1/2 hours sleep, another hour trek back to work a shitty 4 hour shift, one tends to be a little grumpy. I arrive 15 mins late to a bitching head cashier. She's been working there for a few months not nearly half the time I have. Since being a pointed head cashier she's endulged in the game of cutting my hours so it affects the cheque that goes towards rent. So when she tells me to go home and sleep "if I am so tired"... I tell her that she can GO FUCK HERSELF! I guess it was a little rude but it had been building up. I was just wasting my time there. But it feels so fucking good. And I guess I just had to rant.. But oh yeah incase your wondering which restaurant it was it was FRESGO!!!! PLEASE NEVER GO THERE! trust me I should know.
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