I don't work there anymore, but I used to work at a restaurant during High School, just cleaning tables, washing dishes, cleaning the floor, and such like that. The thing that made it so horrible for me was that the guy who owned the place was there constantly, and I fucking HATED him. I mean, hate is a strong word and all, but I couldn't stand him at all, and I'm positive that the rest of the employees couldn't stand the guy either. He was VERY controlling in the worst sense of the word, on the days that we were really slow and I did everything I could possibly do (including cleaning tables that didn't even need to be cleaned), I would not really have much to do, so I would just chill out in the back and wait for something to do, but he would come in and yell at me to do SOMETHING, so I would go around, sweep the floors (again), clean the bathrooms (again), do ANYTHING to appear busy, despite the fact that I did it already...
However, while that may seem understandable - he was paying me by the hour after all - the one thing that solidified him as a villain to me was when I decided to take some lemonade home with me one night after closing. I got a disposable cup, poured in some lemonade, some ice, and a straw - no dishes at all, I would just throw the cup away after finishing it - but he had a god damn shit fit with me when I did that. It surprised me so much, because lemonade is fucking CHEAP, and we were told that employees could drink for free, but his problem was that I was going to take it home with me. Apparently he had an issue with that, and I still to this day don't understand why. He scolded me in front of several other employees, and I was just stunned.
There was also the fact that this was my very first job, so on my first day, I was still not entirely sure what to do or what the proper etiquette for the job was, I had absolutely no training whatsoever, nor was I even told what my tasks were, so I was kind of aimless on the first day. Well, the owner was there that day, and he saw me standing around, and was apparently not too fond of my performance, and he just told me to go home for the night. Turns out that he fired me, but didn't FUCKING TELL ME. My dad actually went to talk to him afterwards (with no input from me, when I heard from my brother, who also got a job there, that he fired me, I was so fucking livid since he didn't even give me a fucking chance that I didn't want to work for him anymore), and I got the job back. When my dad came home and told me when I had to go back in, I actually got into an argument with him about going there. To this day, I STILL stand by my decision not wanting to work there, and I still think it was a complete waste of my time.
God, it STILL infuriates me to this day when I think about this guy. Fuck him.
The place ended up going under in less than a year, and thank god for that. I ended up getting a job not even a year later in college that was SIGNIFICANTLY better. My boss wasn't a fucking incomprehensible piece of shit, and I actually enjoyed my job at college.
This isn't even covering the fucking people who came in. UGH, I FUCKING HATE MINIMUM WAGE JOBS. FUCK PEOPLE AND FUCK THAT OWNER, ARGHGHGHG
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