Restaurant Workers Are Sharing The Final Straw That Made Them Quit Their Jobs On The Spot

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“My boss was Greek, and this only matters in that he screamed at me in Greek every shift. He was the owner and chef, and this place was literally the only nice place in my podunk small town, so I put up with it for years because the tips were AMAZING. Until he decided that he wanted to open a sports bar in the basement. So I went from a ‘fine dining’ server to one who had to run up and down several flights of stairs in heels and a skirt to get any food ordered. One night, I was the only person down there, serving 30 packed tables, bartending, and bouncing. Well, something got missed, so I had to rush a plate of food. The boss man went OFF: screaming that I was a fucking idiot, that I’d be paying for that plate myself, and a bunch of stuff I didn’t understand because I didn’t speak Greek.”

“That night, I made over $4,000 in tips but also decided that I’d wear a skirt with pockets full of glitter the next night, and that if he screamed at me again, he’d be getting it right in the face. Next playoff game comes, it’s packed both up and downstairs, and this MF got in my face about something so little that I don’t even remember now…and I warned him. He kept screaming, so I reached into my pocket and threw glitter in his face. Thick bushy eyebrows, a thick mustache, and his hair full of glitter. And I walked out, never to return. I don’t know what happened that night, but I do know that the place quickly went to the dogs and then closed down. F-you, Steve, I hope there’s still glitter in your hair.”

—Anonymous, 37, Female, Canada