A Story of Betrayal, Abuse, and Pizza

I shall both break and adhere to the cardinal rule of 'blogging ... AT THE SAME TIME. By this I mean that while I will tell you NOTHING about my new job (I work in Child Support and therefor can not and will not share about my work due to the fact that I work with very sensitive documents ... VERY sensitive ... I mean they cry all the time just because I yell at the documents "STUPID THING! WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT??") but I will share why I quit working at the pizza place. Fun for the whole family!

Basically I was being screwed (not in the fun way) by my boss. Since he fired the manager (YAY!) I started taking on her duties ... scheduling, payroll, and training. SOMEONE had to do these things and when no one else stepped up I started doing them. Despite being told otherwise by my boss ... I never got a raise of any kind for taking on the extra work. *PISSED* Then, my boss started pulling this amazing stunt. He started going to the bar while the restaurant was open and leaving me to run the place. *PISSED* A week ago we had a big dinner rush. Once all the food was out to the customers my boss left for the bar ... again. Once all the customers left the other two waitresses and I cleaned up the place and then sat down for a rest before putting fresh silverware on the newly cleaned tables. Well, we had been sitting for about 5 min when a couple came in, with my boss hot on their heels. When I saw the couple I got up and went to grab some silverware for their table (because they, of course, sat at the ONLY table in and entire row of tables that wasn't already set. WHY do people do that? WHY do they always choose the table that is the LEAST ready to be used, be it un-set or the only dirty table in the place why is it people always go to the table that is not ready? and why do they go and seat themselves even when you say to them, "Please wait. I will be with you in just a moment."?) So I grab the silverware and am about to go put it on their table and give them menus when the boss man starts yelling at ME SPECIFICALLY that it is unacceptable that not all of the tables are set and how dare we just sit around (keep in mind that HE is freshly returned from and hour at the bar). Another waitress tried claming him down telling him that it would be O.K. but that just riled him up more and made him yell at me even louder. (also keep in mind that a scant four hours before this I had temporarily fixed the sink in the back, using my own supplies and tools, that he had allowed to just drain into a bucket for the past week) So, I slammed down the silverware on the counter, told the boss man to bite me, returned everything that belonged to the restaurant that I could (I couldn't give back my uniform shirt at that point because I couldn't go home topless) and walked out, an hour before my shift was over.

So, yeah. I don't recommend working for Albanians ... everyone I have worked for has been a little crazy.