God, have I told y'all how much I hate my job? Cause I do. Very much so. I pray that Vic, my boss, burns in hell for all eternity. May worms eat his eyes in his sleep, and may God have mercy on his soul, for I shall have none.
Okay, so last night was DINE OUT AGAINST HUNGER, and we were damn busy. I could tell it was going to be a VERY long night, and I went up to Vic and said "Tonight's going to be one of those fun nights where we stay past nine o'clock, isn't it?" This was said sarcastically as a joke.
SO later, when I asked him to give me a fifteen minute warning before he let me off so I could call Mom and make sure the door was unlocked, he started getting totally pissy at me! Saying how he doesn't like people in 'my' position asking when we were going to get off, and since he was my so-called 'boss', he'd let me go when he FELT like it.
Now, I understand that since I'm sixteen, there is no written law that says I get off work early because I'm young. But what ANY adult should figure is that A) I'm still in school, therefore I get up early, and B) I need SLEEP in order to function.
So, this man sent me home at 9:30, and I got to go to bed at 11:00. THIS pisses me off. Seriously. By the end of the night, I was walking around, jaw clenched, because I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, I'd go off on Vic and get fired.
So I'll put it here!
VIC: I may be a minor, and I may not have been working there long, but I expect to be treated with the same respect I give you. And you must've hired me without really getting to know me, because I am prone to make weird stupid jokes like that. THERE IS NO NEED FOR YOU TO GET ALL PISSY MAD AT ME, AND WHEN YOU DO, I GET PISSY MAD AT YOU! HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL, B*TCH!
There, I feel better.
~Jink
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