I don’t know what it is about today. Maybe it’s just one of those days. Maybe it’s because my last day was supposed to be seven days ago and yet, here I am. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m not only making a dollar less than I was, I’m making less than I was when I started here three years ago, and making less than another employee who’s been here for not even a year.
Today I want to reach across the counter and strangle every customer that comes in. And it’s not even their fault, really. It’s the scum bag owner and his empty promises. You would think I would have learned by now. I used to actually enjoy coming to work. I used to work with my friends, everyone got along. Now everyone talks behind each others backs, no one wants to work while they’re here, no one will cover for anyone if they’re asked. This establishment is a joke.
The owner is a self-righteous prick who’s out for himself and only himself. When he picks up a tab at the bar it’s not because he wants to buy you a drink or two, he wants everyone to know he has money to burn. He doesn’t care about you or what’s going on in your world, when he pretends to care he just wants the latest gossip. My more-than-friend-but-not-exactly-dating-friend made a very valid point: when my friend showed up to our work Christmas party with his now ex-girlfriend, who, I don’t get along with for obvious reasons, the owner didn’t ask them to leave because I would be uncomfortable. He went along as if it were completely acceptable.
All of these things have culminated into one big ball of hatred for this entire restaurant and everyone in it. My fuse is getting very short and the possibility of a walk-out is growing. I really have nothing to lose at this point. I don’t want or need the respect of the owner, of any of the managers or any of the worthless employees here. A no-show is very possible for next Saturday.
