—anonymous —misstarrynj —anonymous “I’d never wished something bad would happen to someone before I met that lady.” —ladypalutena —anonymous “I turned to the dining room. “It looked like wild hyenas on acid came in and partied with drunk rhinos. If I weren’t so tired, I would have cried. Every booth/table needed to be cleaned and prepped for the night, and that’s BEFORE I could even get to my closing shift chores. Strategically piled dinnerware (think Jenga), water glasses turned upside down on the table — with water still inside. (Haha, real funny, you assholes), crumbs and napkins everywhere, condiments opened. These were ADULTS doing this. WTF??? I made less than $2 in tips — mostly in pennies leftover when paying since they assumed that leaving little pieces of paper with bible verses was payment enough for my services. They did the same thing every time to anyone unfortunate to be working that shift. We all HATED them. Complaining would get you fired, so we all just sucked it up. There weren’t a lot of jobs around, and we all needed the paycheck. I was so happy when I quit.” —anonymous —anonymous
