nearly getting your arm broken by a manager and non stop physical and sexual assault will do that. That’s just the icing on the cake. Frequent burns from the fryer. the fact that I was the only person who actually cleaned it. The gm just was a drug addict. Super under staffed. Toxic work environment. Felt like I was in a high school. And with all the minors. I probably wasn’t far off with that analogy.

I’m not going to miss working in a restaurant. Quite honestly I was sick of feeling like sponge bob. oh also the cute punk girl i was simping for quit too. there wasn't a damn thing keeping me from walking. thankfully I got her number.