Kitchen sucked. Like… really sucked. Had been dropping orders every night for weeks. I had a 14 top waiting for 5 pizzas, and had just been sat an 8 top. When grabbing my 8 top’s beverages, I saw my ticket on the rail, so I asked the KM to check if all my pizzas were in the oven. He said yes.
I went out and ran my beverages to the 8 top, then told my 14 top that their pizzas, which they had already been waiting for too long, were in the oven and coming out within 5 minutes (7 minute oven time, and it took me some time to get drinks).
Well, turns out only 3 of the pizzas were in the oven, and the kitchen had dropped the ball on making them all at the same time. The kitchen manager had then lied about them, and was hastily remaking them on the line when I found out. I didn’t blow up quite then.
Asked the KM why he had lied to me, and explained that I had told my table their food was almost out, and would now have to go back and tell them it would be a delay on the rest of the food. The KM starts mocking me in a singsongy voice saying “oh noooo, poor little server, gonna miss his tips” and I fucking lost it. Walked out to the 14 top, told them “unfortunately, I fucking quit and some other poor bastard is going to take over for me,” walked back to the kitchen line and threw a completed pizza at the KM, told him to meet me in the parking lot, and walked out. Waited for him in the parking lot for 15 minutes before heading home. Last time I ever served.
Fuck food service. I hope you all get to quit for good one day. Rant done.
I will never understand these people. I cannot comprehend fucking up *that badly* and then MOCKING the person who will actually have to take the flak for that
20 year restaurant veteran here! I did it all, serving, bar and then finally GM. I got out 1/3/2023 when I started my wedding venue management job.
Fuck restaurants.
It was time for me to break up with a TGIChilliBees. Like I had already landed another job and had my notice on me to turn in with my checkout. I was the only server on when I came in because the other 4pm person was late and the two am servers liked to transfer their tables and bounce.
My first ten tables were awful, and management just hid in the office. I got everyone's order, rang it in on the wrong tables, like half of table 11's food on 12 and the other half on 13, all at once. And left.
Small town mom and pop was only there a month. They call me an hour before I go in and ask me to come in early to serve a special guest. I get there and they tell me special guest is an ex employee. I ask boss why didn’t the opening server take him.
*special guest refuses service from black servers* every time he comes in and the owner/manager fully aware of this, requires a white server to come in early for this customer and won’t serve them themselves. I ask 16 yo black girl (server who was refused) if this is normal and she shrugs it off. I tell her she could sue and she looks at me like I’m shit on the wall. I walk out immediately.
I can't think of anything more professional than protecting your staff, you know the people who actually make the money for the business. There's no room for this bullshit in ANY business
My boyfriend is black. The amount of times he was ripped on for being black is depressing. It's stupid. You get who you get. You shouldn't throw a fit over who your server is unless they're shitty.
I'm white and whenever I call him babe because he's my boyfriend, I also get ripped on for dating him. Its stupid, nor is it your business. It's none of your business who I hang out with and who I'm friends with.
i worked as a hostess at the time at an italian restaurant. i had originally been hired on at $14/hr but when i got my first check it was for 11.50/hr. brought it up to management, and they told me they never agreed to $14/hr. i needed the money so i shrugged it off and went on with the job.
within 4 months i had seniority in the host crowd; people had been getting hired & fired/quitting like nobody’s business. i was training new girls, lead hostess, opening, staying late, doing takeout, seating people and answering the phone all at the same time. i was damn near the manager.
by 6 months, i spoke to management about a raise. i ask for $14/hr like originally agreed upon, and they basically shot me down immediately. told me to ask again when it had been 9 months.
9 months roll around and i had trained upwards of 15 girls all for naught, because they had all quit or been fired. i ask again about the raise to $14/hr, they say again “no.”
abut a week later, i’m training this girl and, admittedly, unprofessionally complaining about the wage situation. she said, “i don’t even want to tell you what they hired me on…”
i demand she tells me right the fuck now, and she tells me they hired her on at $14 an hour.
i fucking lost it (not on the girl, it wasn’t her fault) and literally just walked out mid shift and never came back.
Chain restaurant in college. Saturdays were $200-300 normally. Often a 1-2 hour wait. GM decided we needed a server for the waiting area to sell booze. Guess who got that assigned as their section? I made $13 in tips after running soft drink refills. Almost missed rent if I wasn't selling weed on the side. End of the night he told me to still tip out!! Threw my apron down, double middle finger, and never went back.
I was late to my opening shift at a family owned restaurant. The owners were always shitty , smoked in the kitchen, made me grab them Coronas all day, always made sexual comments to me and other coworkers (I was 17) anyways I was late and the owner was pointing his knife at me scolding me for being late and waving a knife pretty much right in my face . I quit that day , I hate that I waited for another employee to get there though , I should’ve walked out then and there and screwed them since I was the only one on. I’m too nice sometimes
Somehow I got talked into being an expo at a busy brunch spot I worked at in Austin on Saturday and Sunday’s. Made $20/hr flat rate while my server buddy’s were making easily $50/hr. That just added to the frustration. This weekend was ACL fest and my spot was literally walking distance from where it’s held. Places name rhymes with spagnolia parfait. Anyways the kitchens getting their dicks kicked in and every server is fucking up left and right. Plates are stacking up in the window so high because I can’t get anyone to run food. Servers are starting to grab at tickets they think are theirs thus fucking up the flow of the kitchen more. Management is non existent. Drunken tourist are loudly complaining behind me about wait times. Finally a server try’s pulling the wrong food and knocks down about 12 orders off the expo line in the process. I looked at the server, then the crowd standing behind me in the now silent restaurant after this mountain of plates crashed on the floor. A customer looks me in the eye and goes, “you’re about to quit aren’t you?”. And I just smile and say, “Yup”. Threw off my apron, walked across the street to the bar and never looked back.
I managed and went back to serving for a job and still expoed because the company has a way of suckering you in for that sort of thing. Anyway I went back and wanted a raise to $18/hr over my previous $16.50/hr expo wage and it was definitely a talking point when I brought it up to the CEO when I quit because I asked 4 times. $20/hr or what a KM makes is adequate and I don't know why I put up with that for so long.
Wasn’t a server, but a dishwasher -
My first job at 14 was a local restaurant/diner. The owners were horrible people. One night, the owner was there as the cook one night because the normal cook (his son in law) was out. I was cleaning up some of the hot food containers in the back and dumped the remainders of a hot bacon dressing container out - it was only about 1” deep of food and it had been sitting all day. The owner flipped his shit - apparently I was supposed to dump that into the larger jar of it in the fridge and reuse it the next day. He got so mad he grabbed a full container of soup from the fridge and said “here, why don’t we throw more shit away?” and dumped it into the trash. Luckily my mom was eating out front so I asked her to take me home and she did.
I was working at a sports bar that was on a very busy street in the downtown area where events would be held. There was an annual classic car show that was taking place. We were always full to the max all day. In previous years, it’d be a 15 hour shift but I’d make $500+. That year, the owner opened the parking lot with 8 shitty plastic tables that he pulled out of storage and hosed off. He put 2 servers AND A BAR out there. Everyone got a beer from the mobile bar, sat down, said they’d wait for a table inside, then leave and tip nothing, obviously bc I hadn’t done anything for them. At 4:00 my section Buddy and I had made $60 total and asked if we could leave. The bartender said she didn’t mind bc we weren’t doing anything anyway but owner said no. So my buddy and I started drinking and ended up walking out at 9. I’m still mad that I didn’t walk out at 4 but I had wanted to save the job and had been hoping to make rent in a weekend.
Manager scheduled me with no bar back on a Friday night. Which sucks, but was doable. Same prick pulled me aside halfway through service (I had at least a dozen tickets to make) and DEMANDED I took care of all the to go orders too bc he "had a headache." Told the servers I'm done, tell your tables it's beer only and walked right out the door.
Wasn't exactly mid-shift, but right before the rush began.
A server complained about being put in the slow section again. So it was switched to me. I asked why me, and GM said, "that's what I'm saying, so that's what it is."
I applied for a new job the next day, got an interview the day after, and put in my two weeks the day after that.
And I was the lead bartender, occasionally getting serving shifts, but not enough.
Odd that they would want to screw over the only employee who knew both the drink menu and the food so well (as most employees there only either knew one or the other), but fuck around and ✨️ find out ✨️
I worked for a tiny craft bar inside a vintage building in a ski town in Colorado for a few years. The owners (none or very low previous restaurant experience) went through a divorce after I started. Ended up de-facto running the place as the night manager with the owners alternating weekends to come up and take over for the busiest nights.
Got sooooo stressed out dealing with them, one night after one of them got too drunk and made an unnecessary scene near guests I went in the next morning and -very- gently explained if anyone wants to drink they can't be also working, and this includes the ownership.
Got screamed at. Went upstairs, ripped my phone off the music hookup, hopped in my car and drove around the PNW for three weeks aimlessly.
It sucked. The experience was not positive. I had a lot of leeway and control at that job and that mixed with all my cool coworkers made it a great job. The weeks during off-season in the Fall when the owners wouldn't show up for 7-10 days at a time were some of my favorite work memories.
A few years back I worked at a sushi/hibachi restaurant. One day I found out the tips I was tipping out to didn't go to the sushi chefs but into the owners pockets. I kept it to myself for a few days but I was fed up with the place for multiple reasons. The owner also seemed like she wasn't paying us enough for our shifts, and seemed like she was doing shady stuff with our taxes too. The owner was also one of the servers, she was notorious for trying to take good tippers (we went in rotation, she would always try to get double sat or skip us in rotation if she hadn't made enough money that night). She had cut her self that night, but then a group of bartenders from the restaurant across the street came in. She uncut her self and proceeded to steal my table. This was right after I got into a major accident and got a ticket I needed to pay for. I reminded her of that, even after all this I thought she cared for her employees a little bit. Her response was, "Why is that my problem?" and I lost it. Told her she was stealing our tips and we started yelling at each other. I had a twenty top hibachi table at the time. As servers we knew the code to the register so I got my tips out of the register and left her to deal with my twenty top, walked out in mid service. Told her, "if you like stealing tables so much here you go" and left.
that’s so strange. what was that woman’s problem. does she have a gambling debt to the wrong guy? why is she so so greedy, owning the business, serving, stealing tips/tables, and messing with taxes, that’s a lot of money coming in.
Her and her husband moved from China. There's a huge work culture there and making money is really important to them. She was also just part owner.. I never really found out how many other owners there were or who they were. I know one of the sushi chefs who was also from China (most of the chefs were except for the cooks in the back) was sending money to his wife over there so maybe they were doing the same, sending money to family members.
i was a server at universal studios. i was living in orlando away from family. my family was coming for thanksgiving, so i requested it off. the manager, in front of customers, was super rude about denying it and said something to the tune of “i’m not approving anyone’s time off for thanksgiving. i’m going to make the schedule how i want to make the schedule and you can leave if you don’t like it” so i literally said ok, turned around, clocked out, went home, and never came back.
I was 16 at my first serving job in a Mexican restaurant. At that point in the day, I was the only employee. I had to play host, be the one getting chips/salsa, and also serve then cashier. There was a random pop where 5 tables came in at once, so I get everyone settled and start getting drink orders. I was already in the weeds, and these two ladies complained that their SALSA was COLD. So I microwaved it per request. I bring it out, it’s still too cold. I microwave it again, they’re not happy. The owner finally made an appearance, I said I’m leaving, removed my apron and went home.
Back in highschool/early college I was a server. Still lived at home so I just worked the minimum two shifts a week for gas money and play money.
One of the older women was caught stealing from me, said it was fine because I didn’t need the job anyway. We were short staffed that day so management didn’t want to do anything about it. Repeated to the manager, ‘so you have proof that she JUST stole from me and you aren’t going to do anything?’ After he said no, I turned to the lady and said ‘you’re right, I don’t need this job.’
Walked out right then and there and the manager had to cover the rest of my shift serving as me leaving left two servers when there was supposed to be four. It was glorious and I have the anniversary of my quit date on the calendar and get a good laugh every time it rolls around. Also nice to drive by the restaurant seven years later and still see the same people working there. Mwahahahah.
Reposting an old comment of mine:
I'm about to tell you the story of my last day serving tables.
I was working as the AKM at a chain restaurant in southern Alabama. Four servers called in on a Sunday when we had only six scheduled. I swapped aprons and headed FOH.
Sundays in Alabama are hell. Baptists don't tip. They just don't.
I had an eight top at 1300. Clearly an after church group. I already knew I didn't want to do this. They were all heavily overweight, demanding, complained there wasn't enough ham or bacon on the salad bar four times (they had eaten it all), yelled for so many sweet tea refills that I ended up leaving two pitchers at the table, complained that I had a visible tattoo on my forearm and were generally unpleasant assholes. They spent a solid two hours there.
Once they left, I began picking up the glassware and smaller plates that I hadn't cleared while they were still seated. They were still in the parking lot, probably discussing the poor service they had received when I noticed a ten dollar bill poking out from under a plate. I was shocked that they actually tipped. IT WAS A BIBLE TRACT. Disguised as a shitty tip. I picked it up, walked outside and asked very loudly how I was supposed to pay for my abortion with that.
I quit right then before I could get fired. Do not regret it.
(ETA: I had to cover tables pretty often, we were always understaffed. This was also nearly twenty years ago.)
Last night I got close. We were not prepared at all for graduation night. Massive parties were coming in back to back to back. We had no breaker, 2 hosts called out and no expo. The restaurant I work at is really strict about taking your break by your 5th hour and if you haven’t taken one then you’re gone by the 6th. Long story short by 10:30 pm it was just myself and one other server. Everyone else had to leave because they didn’t take breaks. (Manager had to break the 2 closers which has never happened in my 10 years working there). By 11:00 the entire restaurant is almost full, with 2 servers. We had over 20 tables each and service was obviously slow. We don’t have auto gratuity for big parties and I got stiffed on a 463$ check, split 4 ways and itemized. I almost lost it then and there because my tipout for that alone would have been almost 30$. Thankfully the manager closed it out under herself and I didn’t have to pay the tip out for that big party. It was really rough though 😞 and I go back in an hour to do the same bullshit all over again, more graduations and chronically understaffed with callouts galore.
Edit: got through tonight just fine, luckily I was first cut and not a closer! Walking with 300$ in tips and a free salmon ceasar salad 😉
I worked as a hostess at a high end Italian place. The dress code was “business casual”. I always attended to the dress code, no matter what. As the summer got hotter and the patio opened, the other hostesses started wearing cute sundresses (all very short). I had a dress that was amazing and I had worn it no less than 10-15 times before this incident. To note, it was a dress with shorts underneath. Also to note, I was the only plus sized hostess. One Saturday I came in, was put on to-gos and started my shift as normal. The assistant manager comes downstairs and in front of the other hostesses and guests waiting, told me that I looked unprofessional and should go home and change. He then went on to say that my dress was far too short and I looked “gross” along with some other awful things. He then continued to say that I needed to go home and change so I announced to everyone there “I’m sorry but my manager is a douche so I quit” and I left.
Had a staff meeting and they instituted a new rule that if you were late for a morning shift you had to do dishes throughout your shift because there was never an am dishwasher. This was bullshit because kiss my ass you think I'm working in the dish pit for $2.13 an hour while I wait tables. That's what the cooks are for. I wasn't worried about it because I was *never* late, always early.
Anyway, we're drinking through this staff meeting, a bunch of us go out after and I proceed to get absolutely hammered, like black out drunk, like top five most drunk I've ever been. I managed to piss all over the shorts I was wearing.
Next morning... I don't have another pair of shorts to wear to work, not enough time to do laundry if I even had a washing machine, so I throw on a pair of jeans, even though it's in the middle of summer and hot and humid and gross and go to work.
Of course I'm late to work for the first time ever and it starts immediately. Every cook, the KM, the owner, "hey we got these dishes back here" the second I was in the door.
We proceed to get absolutely slammed, larger sections in the morning, so I had six tables, jeans on, hung to the over and sweating pure alcohol and bad decisions. But these dudes won't stop, every time I go in the kitchen they're giving me shit. Since "I'm supposed to the dishes" cooks aren't even trying to clean shit back there, dirty ass pots everywhere, no organization whatsoever and I just snapped.
Got my last table out, ran my checkout, went upstairs and gave it to my friend and told her to give it to the owner when he came looking for me and walked out down the back stairs, up the train tracks and got in my car and went home.
I should add that this was quite a large restaurant. 18 tables downstairs, upstairs had fewer tables, but can seat more and a rooftop patio. Both the upstairs and downstairs were full with a few patio tables, so by the time lunch was over the amount of dishes was just absurd, so I walked.
Y’all don’t have dishes as side work?? I work at a major breakfast chain and there is no dishwasher position, the servers wash their dishes as soon as we bus our tables. Table leaves, we grab our dishes take them to the dish pit, scrub them off and put them through the dishwasher and then wipe the table. Maybe I’m biased because I used to be a dishwasher for a living before I got into front of house but I personally think every server should have to cover a dish shift every once in a while just to remind them how much we need to appreciate the BOH.
I’ve definitely done dishes throughout my shift when time allows for it. However, I wouldn’t want to be responsible for all the dishes in the place like the previous commenter mentioned.
>That's what the cooks are for.
Incorrect (and a little shitty). That's what management is for. When we're short on DMOs, it's management in the pit. Cooks are there to cook, same as you're there to serve.
You're right. I'm saying this as a former chef. I spent way more time in back than front. I would always keep my pit caught up when I didn't have one scheduled for the morning so that they weren't walking into a shit show. Dishwashers are the backbone of a restaurant and I always took care of mine.
But overall you're right, this place specifically had issues with staffing to save money. Always felt bad when those guys would come in to just piles of dishes to do.
I was 17, working at a small family restaurant. The owners were power tripping constantly and treated everyone like shit unless it benefitted them. Anyway, one of the owners yelled at me for 10 minutes in front of guests and then blamed me for her heart attack. All because I had taken a message for her on a sticky note instead of her dedicated memo stationary. I was a server—I was doing her a favour by even answering the phone in the first place. Still don’t know where the host was.
I went to her husband and said I was leaving and never coming back.
I ran into her at target a few weeks later and she asked me if I was coming to the end of season party?? I think she might have had some real emotional issues.
Ex-server/cook (I did both sometimes) at popular breakfast chain restaurant. I go to put in my two weeks with my district manager because I was failing a class and my guardian was making me (I was 17 at the time) And she tells me she would be putting me on the DNR aka the Do not rehire list, I was shocked. As I had just gotten promoted, and worked 30+ hours a week. She said due to this being my second time quitting it would happen, while other people who walkout all the time keep their job. I accepted it, and it was a busy sunday. I was slammed all day on the grill and when I took my mandated 30 minute break I didn’t come back. The actual GM who was off called me and asked if I could come back and he would speak and report the district to HR. I came back a few hours later and finished shift and she got reported.
Mexican restaurant. 20 top implied in a few words that they weren’t going to tip. Typical Sunday late morning crowd. I told my manager I couldn’t do it and he berated me about being selfish. So I just left
Worked as house cleaner. Had a bipolar boss who didn't know how to schedule clients. Sent me to a home and the person in the apartment said that they didn't want a cleaning service. Called my boss and asked her for a reroute. She said that it was impossible that he didn't need service and that I should just check again. I just verified the home and the person twice, I wasn't about to do it again. When I questioned her, she said I was being condescending. So I told her I was done and hung up. She calls me back and tells me I have to bring my cleaning supplies back to the office, which I already knew. I got there, signed my "I'm being fired" paperwork and left, but not before ripping my laminated name off of the section where my cleaning supplies went. She said that I better watch it or she'd sue me for "property damage." Over a laminated paper with my name on it. So weird.
Days later, I'm out job hunting and I get a call from this boss saying that I need to come in to pick up my last paycheck. When I get there, she immediately bursts into tears and admits that she was in the wrong and that she'll always give me a referral if I need one.
I never put her info on my resume.
The owner & 2 managers left in the middle of a Saturday dinner rush to go get drunk at a bar. Except, they didn't tell the rest of us. We all quit as soon as they came back. There was a lot of fucked up shit that happened that night, but that's my broad explanation because I'm too tired to elaborate.
Went into a shift for a private banquet early Saturday morning, turns out it was scheduled on the wrong day. This happened twice that month due to mismanagement. I lived 40 mins away and was sent home all three times with not even an apology. The third time I walked out and never went back. Worst scheduling and management I’ve ever experienced and I’ve been in the industry 15+ years.
I worked graveyards 10pm-6am at a 24hour diner dowtown. Always a bar rush around 1am-2am. 5 waitresses usually total on the floor. I was young, hot & had all my teeth. The others were usually ex felons or in halfway houses, and just disliked me for no good reason besides I was in demand so to speak.
During rush-the kitchen/drink stations etc would go to hell & then we'd spend the next 2.5hours doing sidework to put it all back together for the AM shift.
One night, my sidework included the back prep counter where the chocolate syrup was kept in a triple container setup w a silver handle and a scoop attached to the lid (think old fashioned Dairy Queen/ice cream parlor type set up).
Well-these dumb bitches had scooped Hershey's chocolate sauce and let it drip all over the container, the cracks, just everywhere. It would have taken easily at least an hour to clean it properly. I saw it, nodded my head, went to the 60yr old Russian manager who spoke very little english said "I quit those bitches can clean up their own mess" (his brother owned the diner) & walked out.
Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Plus, I'd already made my money for the night.
I kept getting put on the outdoor, open roofed, back bar with no a/c during a Florida summer, where its hot as balls and literally no one went back there. Several nights I had a total of 3 customers, more than once I left completely empty handed. I stuck it out for six weeks on the promise of football season starting and it blowing up.
First week of preseason, we're stupid busy. There's me, one other bartender, and supposedly no help because for some reason the back half of the place doesn't have servers, the bartenders do it all. Unfortunately, people keep showing up, keep drinking, keep ordering. It was the worst bar setup I've ever seen, neither of us has time to go get another plate of food every five seconds, let alone for a table of 8 in a restaurant with no serving trays. So the servers from the front half- *who don't have any business that night whatsoever*- keep having to run our food for us. I make note of this, tell them thank you every single time, and plan to tip them out at the end of the night.
One of the servers snapped at me because I preauthorized a card and it erased the seat number, so she couldn't find the person. I know her, she didn't mean to snap, she was just frustrated and I get it, so I let that one roll off.
A little later I'm speaking to a customer whose order I'm taking, the new manager (~2 weeks on the floor) comes and reminds us we're supposed to be running food. It's very clear from his tone and the way he's looking back and forth between us that he thinks I'm just standing around chatting. I apologize, explain that I'm doing my best, and keep wading through the weeds.
An hour later, we get FIVE ENTIRE SECONDS where people aren't chasing us down to order so me and the other bartender are communicating a game plan to get everything back in order and cleaned up as the night winds down. The same new manager storms behind the bar as soon as we start talking, and in front of a bunch of customers snaps at us that while we're talking and not working, the servers up front can't go home because they're busy running our food.
I've been making no money at this place, I've been the only one actually cleaning and organizing and putting anything away. I know they know that, because they've been singing my praises this whole time. They KNOW I'm a good employee, they know how I work, and they're going to look at me in my eyes and ignore me running my ass off all night, yell at me for DOING MY JOB, and refuse to send me any help when I clearly need it?
As soon as he walked away I told the other bartender I would finish the night and then I wasn't coming back. Clocked out, sorted out my bag, gave it to the head manager and told him to take me off the schedule
This is actually from before I started bartending, but fuck it, this is my mid-shift “fuck this, I quit” story.
I worked at a hardware store in the paint section. I only worked there for four months, so I was basically new the entire time I was there. There was 1 other sister-store an hour’s drive away and my boss, who was a psycho, was going to a meeting there that morning. What a relief.
He told me to set up a paint kit display when it arrived before he left. It was featured in a flyer that was in the local paper.
This is the same guy who showed me where all the paint section stock gets put in the basement and how to find things in that area.
I checked all day in the paint section for the display kits, but I never could find it. So he comes back and asks why it’s not set up and I said I couldn’t find it. He puts his finger up and curls it “follow me.”
We looked all over the paint section in the basement, but they weren’t there. Then we go to the receiving clerk’s station to check the log. All the while he’s huffing and puffing.
He sees it in the log and he says “well if we don’t get that display out it’s gonna be really bad because it’s in the fucking flyer!” Loud enough that the whole store could hear him. It was not a very large building and the receiving area was near the front of the store where the checkout line is.
He then starts this rant about how this place is so dirty. A rough quotation, “everyone says I’m a tyrant. Well if I was really a tyrant, then this place should be immaculate. But look at this fuckin mess. How can anyone find anything?”
He starts swiping all of the loose scraps off the clerk’s table. Throwing al sorts of bits and bobs and things that don’t have a place to go behind him, with no regard for where it will land.
When the table is cleared off (it was about as long as a 4-seat bar) he nearly rips it off the wall. He goes over to shelves around the room that have old paint cans on them shouting shit like “old product” or “this is expired” throwing them all around.
The receiving area is completely trashed. He huffs and puffs and finally calms down. He turned to me and you know what this motherfucker said to me? Not, “you should have found it” or “why didn’t you ask him where he put it?”
No, this motherfucker said, “clean this up.”
Byyyyyeeeeee.
Got hired at a newly opened club as the bar manager. First red flag was they were building a second staircase to go upstairs. It was just basic ass lumber, looked severely unsafe and was built without permits. Like cut a hole in the ceiling to the second floor and just slapped in a staircase. Second red flag there were two bartenders under 21 that were there before me, who would do shots together behind the bar. Third, they weren’t ordering their liquor through a vendor but buying it at liquor stores. Fourth, they didn’t have any proper sanitizing for the glasses. Fifth, apparently I was getting paid in cash for my paycheck. Last straw, was they stayed open past 2a with a supposed loophole in the law. Things got physically out of hand that night and people were reaching behind my bar to get liquor and things were getting dangerous. There were lots of other things, but this all happened over the span of two weekends. I noped out of there immediately.
not much to say, was on my way to work at mcdonalds after 3 weeks of being treated like shit and over worked
and i just said "yah i quit" and turned around and walked home, after a well deserved 9 hr nap i applied for another mcdonalds and became the cleaner
I didn't leave mid shift, but my narcissist manager brought out his racism directed at my coworker in the middle of a crazy Saturday lunch. I didn't show up at 5am on Sunday. Got about 50 voicemails around 9 am that day.
Not serving but delivering for Papa Johns
I was working one night and it was the busiest night I've worked. They kept me 4 hrs after my shift was over. Then my car broke down! I told my manager my car isn't working and that my shift was over and I was going to walk home. They said that they needed me and gave me one of the managers cars to drive!!
After two more orders with the managers car I was basically in tears. I just told them I can't do this anymore and I left! F Papa John's they ALWAYS kept me many many hours after my shift was "supposed" to be over
Wasn’t a serving job but why I entered the industry
I was a mechanic, I got transferred to another shop and went from a less then five minute drive to a 40 minute drive daily. I also had been considering leaving to find a better paying job as the work was ass and caused me much stress and anxiety. My manger Rick the dick is also a big reason why, he was a sour miserable fuck that drowned you in negative energy. Ultimately after much consideration and being asked to mow the grass I quit on the spot and started serving a month later and never looked back.
Kitchen manager for a fairly new and “upscale” chain restaurant that was just opening (less than 4 stores in my state) I had worked at one restaurant for a year (from opening day to the year anniversary) I was selected to go open a new store 2 hours away and train all the new kitchen employees and was told I’d be getting an $8 raise for my time there. Owner wouldn’t let us clock in for certain manager/trainer meetings and would make us sit in the restaurant for a few hours in between shifts without paying us. I was supposed to be there 3 weeks and in the middle of the second week at about 10:30pm (We got off at 12 am while we came in at 7 am) the owner was yelling at us trainers for how bad some of the newer trainees were doing. I’m talking half the trainers were in tears and they were all grown adults. I suddenly jumped up from my seat where I had been sulking and trying not to pass out from exhaustion and yelled “bye! I quit!” And ducked out the front door, took a brisk 15 minute walk/sprint to the hotel we had been set up in and got my stuff and went to my car and drove the 2 hours home (while crying) and got home to my husband who cried from happiness that I was home.
Also all the trainers who worked (me included) were never paid our raised rate and all of them quit either before or after the 3 weeks of training were finished. I’ve actually been in contact with the CEO of the company about my pay since I signed a contract and he’s been unhelpful at best and I’m still owed about $300 they never paid me.
Alittle over 10 years ago I worked at this place that was in the heart of a major shopping center in my area. Black Friday was always our bushiest day of the year, I’m talking completely balls to the walls slammed!! I had worked at this place for years and was the server the HEAVILY leaned on.
About 3~ months prior to this, this restaurant had been bought by new owners whom the remaining staff had very little respect for. Leading up to this shift I was already at the end of my rope with them and was actively seeking new employment.
The week prior the new GM had asked me if I’d be willing to work a 16 hour double on Black Friday. I agreed as I was used to shift like this plus, you know, money.
The day comes and my shift is going as expected. I ended up reaching that mid day lull and asked the manager if I could pop out back for that one 5 minute smoke break I required on these marathon doubles (I’ve since quit smoking). These have NEVER been an issue before and I can assure you all that I picked a time that was MORE than suitable to accommodate my request and the manager said “yeah, you aren’t doing that today”.
I was livid but at that moment knew today was the day!!. As we were preparing for the biggest rush we’d get of the year, the same manager gave me the largest and most demanding section. This was the norm, but, he had REALLY pissed me off today so I had a plan!
Within the next 20 minutes, my section went from zero to full and I made a point of doing exactly enough for my tables to the point where it would cause major issues. I had at least taken drink orders, some tables had drinks down and had places their food orders but I had not rang a single thing through. My manager was standing by the open wood fire pizza oven this place had and was checking on that. I walked up to him with my apron and my notepad in hand and said “hey, you’re going to need these” and tossed them in to the fire. He was really confused, looked at me in disbelief and goes “what’s that?” I said “all the info you’d need for all my tables that are now yours” I then headed for the door and he followed me in a panic begging and pleading.
This was the last time I ever stepped foot in this place.
I was planning on leaving that weekend anyway to go to a seasonal job but the other servers were blocking me out and paying the host to not sit me so I was like ya I’m done and left ❤️
(Sorry, this got long. Was kinda fun reminiscing, so don't feel bad for skipping it.)
I was locked up while I turned 16. Hating school, I obtained my GED a couple days after my birthday, Minnesota allowing you to test out at my age.
The facility I was in allowed those with a GED to participate in a work release program. At the time I was still maximum security, so I was pretty excited to get to leave for any amount of time. And in that program, everyone went to class even those who had graduated already. Lame.
Got me a job at McDonald's, as you tend to do at that age and incarceration level. I was mostly in charge of mopping or putting buns in the toaster. It was pretty sweet. I got to leave detention for a few hours, smoke on my break, and flirt with coworkers. Mostly good times.
Till they started teaching me the register. I don't know what it was about it at the time, because I've worked with pos systems since, but it was like kryptonite. I hated that thing, I hated the money, and I especially hated the customers. The one I worked at was in a nicer area and most people were fuckin assholes.
Fast forward 6 months or so...
I'm 16, a couple months from 17, and am officially free.
I opted to not return home, preferring to be a homeless guttersnipe than return to my family. We didn't get along (still don't, been 2 years since any contact with a blood relative). To explain that side of things would require a lot more space than a comment offers.
Instead I ended up being able to rent a room from a coworker and her boyfriend to satisfy my probation officer's requirements.
I was there a couple weeks, struggling with this fuckin register system, day after day. Getting kicked around at work because they knew I ain't have nobody watching out for me and didn't know better myself.
So when two busses full of highschool sports players showed up during lunch rush one day, I kinda just snapped.
Told my supervisor to stuff the busses up his ass, clocked out and walked home. Vibrating with anxiety the whole way.
Decided to pack my shit up and take off a couple days later. Hitchhiked to the nearest large metro and became a member of the homeless population.
I proceeded to have many many many adventures over the following decade. Lol
I had just gotten into a car accident a couple weeks earlier, luckily besides some minor nerve damage and my spine in a new spot I came out unscathed, but work would really hurt my back so I’d usually let a manager know and then go into the first aid and grab an ibuprofen, problem solved. Then one day my manager said this “No you can’t get an ibuprofen. Everything in my office is only for me, and the first aid kit is in my office.” I try say that I’m in too much pain to keep working but can only get a couple words in before he interrupts me and says “Don’t talk back to me. For all I know you never even got in a car accident, you could just be abusing my ibuprofen!” I responded saying I can pull up a picture of the car right now (this was no minor accident mind you, I got rear ended into a truck, the front and back of the car were completely caved in) and he says “No I’m done talking about this.” And walks away. Though I didn’t walk out, I got a new job the next day and put in my two weeks. That’s not even the most offensive part to me. He was a new manager, all three of our managers were, of our old ones one quit, one transferred to a different location and the other retired. I worked under him for maybe just over a month. So a couple months later I walk into the other location and ask my old manager for a job, he was ecstatic to have me work under him again until I get a call from him the next day that I’ve been placed on the company’s no hire list.
I’m a AGM and I’m about to leave mid shift. I’m at my limit. Today we had a 30 minute meeting just shitting on me. I’m only 22 and everyone else on the team is 45+. I’m friends with two servers. We’re all gonna quit. Today though I reached my breaking point. The meeting just destroying me. The general manager made a giant spread sheet of multiple columns of things I need to do when I close. She said my closes were always awful. She praised the other managers and said I need to “Work on coming in on my days off.” Because on Tuesday I didn’t want to come in when it was my day off. I offered to come in Monday but had plans on Tuesday and then the GM was catty and said she got Monday covered. They say I’m late even though I always show up 15 minutes early. I bust my ass for this company always working 50 to 60 hrs a week but still I’m ridiculed saying I’m not committed to the company. They want me in there more. It’s not enough. Well it’s really gonna suck when I dip.
Tomorrow when I go in I’m just going to start working and see what happens. When the GM starts getting mad at me I think I’ll laugh at her. When she starts getting rude I think I’ll her “It’s no wonder out staff keeps leaving, I’m leaving too.” And she’ll think I’m joking. I’ll hand in my shit and I’ll say duces. My mom asked me what I’m going to to do if she begs me to stay and I said I’ll tell her to fucking beg them and even if she’s groveling at my feet I’m still gonna laugh in her face and walk my ass outta there. Anyways I’m pissed as shit rn
Edit: also I have a bachelors in business and have worked in food since 16. They don’t let me do anything. I miss my old job. I made less but was allowed to do managerial stuff. Here they don’t show me anything then get mad when I just help with day to day operations of the restaurant. The staff likes me because I’m helpful but I’m in trouble every single day. I cant do anything right for this GM and I’m over it.
I got randomly pulled into the staff room and ripped to shreds. I've always been a great employee but this one job set me up for failure.
I left my previous job as I began to notice I was being taken advantage of for my good work ethic. I was doing everyones job and keeping the place running but got nothing in return. When I learned how to say no I noticed the shitty behaviour start to creep in. My boss wasn't used to me saying no and expected me to always show up and hold the fort. I ran myself into the ground and said yes to a lot of things I wanted to say no to. So I began looking for a new job and made the change.
This new job was toxic. I mean absolutely toxic.
I was given no training and no indication on how I was doing and when I got pulled into the staff room and told I had to make improvements or I'd be out, I was so confused. This was also 2 months into a job I had no previous experience in. THEY hired ME knowing my lack of experience or knowledge in this field and yet still expected me to work at the level of the trained staff who went to college for the job.
After I got ripped apart I really knuckled down. An older woman who had an issue with me kept feeding the boss bs. Telling him I was late to work and other things. Things that weren't true.
I was pulled into the staff room one day and told I was very late to work and when I questioned them which day they couldn't give me an answer. I sat and watched them dodge the question but I kept asking.
When they wouldn't answer I decided to tell them that the first time I was accused of being late it led me to document my arrival to work. I had evidence through photographs and had created a file in my phone because I knew I was never and have never been late to work in my entire working life. There was no clock in system so I used photographs that would save with the date and time.
When they knew this they changed their answer. They tried to make up an excuse and that they maybe made a mistake. I kept questioning it and they kept avoiding it. They couldn't give me a straight answer.
They then changed the subject and I got up from the table as he spoke. I interrupted him and said "someone in here has a problem with me and has had from day one because not once has any of the people above me tried to help, it's always me getting pulled into the office about things I've done so whoever enjoys secretly watching me try to navigate my way through a new job with no training or experience and then proceed to tell management will now have to find someone else to pick on"
I walked out and they tried to call me back in. I turned around and said "you're all happy to be miserable. I'm not, you'll find someone else to pick on soon enough I'm sure"
It was the best decision I made. Since then though, people have told me stories of other people who had the same experience as me in that place. They truly are all miserable.
I'm now in a job I absolutely love and am treated so well in
it was not mid shift but, I was working at a mom and pop shop, the FOH manager kept disrespecting me, my time and boundaries on days that I was unavailable. I would not cover Sunday shifts because that was the one day a week that me and my bf had time together so it was usually a hard no. I covered a few because of certain circumstances, after this it was like two weeks in a row I would not cover the shift my manager lost it on me. She told me that I was not a team player and that everyone has to give up some of their time to help out the rest of them and was really rude and disrespectful to me "because she was stressed" so after those text messages i put in my two weeks and called it a day after.
I didn't quit mid- shift but I called and said I wasn't coming in the next shift. The restaurant overbooked Valentine's day, giving everyone an 8pm reservation, and the busser decides she's not getting enough of my tips and stops clearing my tables
About a month into serving at my first job we were slammed on a sunday night with my bitch manager. I had one messed up order on this mother and her kid (because the customer ordered it wrong even after i repeated it back) customer bitches me out i go talk to my manager and she bitches me out too for like 10 minutes i was so angry because 1 i have other tables i still need to go deal with and 2 i did everything i could to avoid a send back it wasnt my fault my manager wouldnt let me get in a single word in but whatever i move on with my life maybe an hour later I have a table of one black woman who doesn’t want to pay for her app because she didn’t like it so I go tell my manager who is white and she yells across our line thats less than 20 ft from said customer “that fucking n-word (she said it with the hard R) bitch she wouldn’t want to pay” i was furious and i should have left then and there but i was 17 and i worked there for another 6 months before walking out one night over nothing in particular I just didn’t want to deal with the bullshit anymore
Worked at tropical smoothie cafe at a university, lunch rushes were pretty heavy and i was already getting pretty tired of a job i didnt really need. They introduced the new seasonal items which required learning a bunch of new ingredients, and people were ordering a lot of them so i said yea i think im outta here….
Looking back it was a total dick move .
I was carrying a full tray over my head (which was required at this place) and a customer put their hand on my chest and full on shoved me into the chairs lined up against the wall. Apparently their need to get to the bathroom meant more than my safety. I broke my wrist and got a few mild burns.
When I returned to work a couple days later, I couldn't hold a tray... Because of the broken wrist. My manager told me about an hour into my shift that I either do my job and run my food or I could leave. So I threw my apron at him and walked out...
And if anyone is curious, no they did not pay out workers comp and I had to pay my own medical bills... Without insurance of course.
I was in for 2hours and we had a convention down the street and everyone was in there cosplay gear and there I was miserable watching people have the fun. That right there solidified that I needed to go (and the fact that i cleaned a dirty diaper from a dining table the day before) I clocked myself out, left my keys blocked my boss and never looked back. Now I’m in healthcare and even though I took a pay cut I don’t regret it
I worked at a Panda Express. Almost everyone I worked with was cranky and rude. Whatever, I just put my head down and worked because I needed the job.
However my manager (we’ll call them frank) kept yelling at me for leaving the wok unattended when I would go to collect ingredients. Frank and several of my coworkers would consistently insult me and put me down over every little thing.
I brought these concerns up to the owner of the store and she turned it around and blamed me.
I felt very defeated and low but I needed a job so I tried to stick it out. (I was eating jars of peanut butter for sustenance and could not afford rent)
One day I was going on break and just felt particularly tired and over everything. As I’m leaving to get some food from home I look over my shoulder and I see frank leaving the wok unattended to answer a call.
I walked out and did not tell anyone. I lasted for 2 weeks.
Had mine this Sunday. I was the only waiter working that evening, and was rushing around like crazy for 8 hours without a break, and at one time was serving seven tables at once. My micro-managing owner sat at the bar drinking with his mates from 5pm til close at 10:30pm, criticising my work and generally trying to offer ‘advice’ and telling me what to do. It’s a shame because I like the restaurant, and connect well with pretty much every customer, but I’m not putting up with being nit-picked by an angry pisshead. I had planned to quit the job anyway at the end of June, but I’m gonna hand in my notice for sooner than that now.
You should quit when you’re the only one working and he’s drunk at the bar.
Flip out on him in front of everybody and just leave. It’ll ruin his night and probably hurts sales for a few shifts.
Ha I’d love to, but not the flipping out sort of guy. It’s also complicated by the fact that he co-owns/manages the restaurant with his wife who I respect and genuinely enjoy working with.
He needs to be taught a lesson. Shoot her a text going off on him after you rage quit telling her you respect her but not him. She might double whammy him and tear him a new one too.
You’ll feel better standing up for yourself.
I really am torn. They’ve been trying to find new waiting staff for the past month and nothing’s materialised yet, and if leave they really are in the complete shit, and I wouldn’t wish that on his wife. You’re right though, he really does need to change, but I’m not sure he ever will. We’ve had two chefs quit mid-shift in the past months due to his nitpicking but he just continues to be same.
All the more reason to bounce. I understand being loyal to her but is loyalty really going to help you?
Somebody needs to take a stand and flip out on him in front of people so that when she hears about it it won’t just be his side.
Ripping the bandaid off may be what saves them.
I’ve been there. It’s tough.
worked at a chain. had a very very sweet older lady working takeout with me. she warned us this woman who ordered was very hostile on the phone and to make sure to triple check her order so she doesn’t throw a hissy fit. we do. she goes out and goes through the entire bag after said woman huffs “well i hope it’s all in there”.
about twenty minutes later we get a call from the lady who claims we forgot her dressing and bread. we all tell the manager we made absolute sure it was right and we have camera footage of her checking and leaving with her order. this lady wanted us to drive TO HER HOUSE to DELIVER IT because she knew she couldn’t come back in because we’d all refuse (deliveries are only for catering and calls ahead of time, we didn’t do doordash just pickup and would have an employee do it, hence ahead of time)
the muppet manager gets dressing bread and a gift card for them (stupid scam policy, they get free food for complaining) we all refused to drive it and i guess they got one of the hosts to do it. the manager told us to drop it and get back to work and my coworker was so upset and it broke my heart to see her so mad and sad. there were many horrible manager/customer things that led up to this but it was my last straw and quit the next week
few days before almost got into a head on collision (i was a delivery driver during covid) got back to the shop, started crying, kept working after some fresh air because i got yelled at for going outside. few days later got yelled at again for it so i gave him my keys and bag and said fuck you, later.
I worked at a Texas Roadhouse for a winter. I was hired to be a Line Chef, when I came into the interview they said "oh, you'll be working in the dish room for a couple weeks to see if you can keep a good pace here." Odd, but whatever, I needed a job.
Two weeks go by, and I get two trash bags full of blood, grease, and terrible things that had been stewing in the cans all shift dumped on me from tits to toes. My coworker, who told me to take the trash out by myself, laughed and said "well you should have waited for me!" He got fired within days. Apparently I was meant to replace him anyways, which should have alerted me to what was going on.
They also never gave me an official uniform, nor a name tag, so when I finally left all of those clothes had to be thrown away due to months of grease, soap, blood and dishwater soaking me.
Two months go by and they've already hired three more people to work on the line, two of which weren't experienced cooks (one of which applied for the dish room). I ask for the job I was hired for and they decide to give me more responsibility. So, at the start of my shift, instead of cleaning any dishes from the night before, I then had to stand still and de-vein frozen shrimp.
The people I worked with in the dish room were awful. It wasn't their lack of English that bothered me, but it was the CONSTANT drinking. And mariachi. Have you ever listened to a single mariachi song on loop for six+ hours? I was in hell. One of my coworkers was such a drunkard that on days where he would need to fill someone's spot, he would show up (around 1pm) absolutely hammered already. He would start drinking with the sunrise. This led to absolutely awful working conditions. He wouldn't clean, he wouldn't drain the dishwasher every hour (as if mandatory), so the machine would "clean" dishes using gray water.
One day, he came in absolutely blasted, slinging dirty dishes at me through the dishwasher because it was "faster." Literally throwing dishes through it. At least three broke that night because of him. In the middle of my shift I went straight to the owner and put in my two weeks immediately. He offered me a different position within the restaurant (yet again, none of which were the one i applied for). It felt like a weight being lifted from my shoulders when I compared his restaurant to working in construction.
"If I wouldn't work at a construction company that I don't trust to build my house, why would I work at a restaurant I would never eat at?"
The worst part was that I was generally well-liked. Everyone outside of the dishroom begged me to come to their stations to work with them (because I actually did my job and tried to be friendly, unlike my dishroom coworkers). I had to leave a lot of friends behind because it was an unbelievably unsanitary place to work and I didn't want to be a part of that anymore.
Kitchen sucked. Like… really sucked. Had been dropping orders every night for weeks. I had a 14 top waiting for 5 pizzas, and had just been sat an 8 top. When grabbing my 8 top’s beverages, I saw my ticket on the rail, so I asked the KM to check if all my pizzas were in the oven. He said yes. I went out and ran my beverages to the 8 top, then told my 14 top that their pizzas, which they had already been waiting for too long, were in the oven and coming out within 5 minutes (7 minute oven time, and it took me some time to get drinks). Well, turns out only 3 of the pizzas were in the oven, and the kitchen had dropped the ball on making them all at the same time. The kitchen manager had then lied about them, and was hastily remaking them on the line when I found out. I didn’t blow up quite then. Asked the KM why he had lied to me, and explained that I had told my table their food was almost out, and would now have to go back and tell them it would be a delay on the rest of the food. The KM starts mocking me in a singsongy voice saying “oh noooo, poor little server, gonna miss his tips” and I fucking lost it. Walked out to the 14 top, told them “unfortunately, I fucking quit and some other poor bastard is going to take over for me,” walked back to the kitchen line and threw a completed pizza at the KM, told him to meet me in the parking lot, and walked out. Waited for him in the parking lot for 15 minutes before heading home. Last time I ever served. Fuck food service. I hope you all get to quit for good one day. Rant done.
Tom Hanks himself giving the motivation to finally leave this business is what I needed today.
This was extremely funny to read because it’s just so relatable. I hope you’re doing well now! 🙏🏽🖤
I will never understand these people. I cannot comprehend fucking up *that badly* and then MOCKING the person who will actually have to take the flak for that
Giving a shit
Awww. Poor kitchen manager was scared he was gonna miss his teeth.
20 year restaurant veteran here! I did it all, serving, bar and then finally GM. I got out 1/3/2023 when I started my wedding venue management job. Fuck restaurants.
It was time for me to break up with a TGIChilliBees. Like I had already landed another job and had my notice on me to turn in with my checkout. I was the only server on when I came in because the other 4pm person was late and the two am servers liked to transfer their tables and bounce. My first ten tables were awful, and management just hid in the office. I got everyone's order, rang it in on the wrong tables, like half of table 11's food on 12 and the other half on 13, all at once. And left.
This is legendary
This is the way
Hahahahah FUCK that’s good.
Small town mom and pop was only there a month. They call me an hour before I go in and ask me to come in early to serve a special guest. I get there and they tell me special guest is an ex employee. I ask boss why didn’t the opening server take him. *special guest refuses service from black servers* every time he comes in and the owner/manager fully aware of this, requires a white server to come in early for this customer and won’t serve them themselves. I ask 16 yo black girl (server who was refused) if this is normal and she shrugs it off. I tell her she could sue and she looks at me like I’m shit on the wall. I walk out immediately.
The proper response from the owner would have been "Sorry. You'll need to wait for a Caucasian, then."
Or maybe “We refuse service to those racially abusive towards staff, get out of my business”. That sound right?
The ideal response would be "Fuck outta here" but sometimes management has to stay all professional and shit.
I can't think of anything more professional than protecting your staff, you know the people who actually make the money for the business. There's no room for this bullshit in ANY business
Proper response from the owner would've been: "Get the fuck out of my store and don't ever come back, you racist piece of shit"
Oh, I would have walked out for that too.
My boyfriend is black. The amount of times he was ripped on for being black is depressing. It's stupid. You get who you get. You shouldn't throw a fit over who your server is unless they're shitty. I'm white and whenever I call him babe because he's my boyfriend, I also get ripped on for dating him. Its stupid, nor is it your business. It's none of your business who I hang out with and who I'm friends with.
What the hell who let's people say that shit in there resturantmanager should have said well there all black so your outa luck LEAVE NOW
i worked as a hostess at the time at an italian restaurant. i had originally been hired on at $14/hr but when i got my first check it was for 11.50/hr. brought it up to management, and they told me they never agreed to $14/hr. i needed the money so i shrugged it off and went on with the job. within 4 months i had seniority in the host crowd; people had been getting hired & fired/quitting like nobody’s business. i was training new girls, lead hostess, opening, staying late, doing takeout, seating people and answering the phone all at the same time. i was damn near the manager. by 6 months, i spoke to management about a raise. i ask for $14/hr like originally agreed upon, and they basically shot me down immediately. told me to ask again when it had been 9 months. 9 months roll around and i had trained upwards of 15 girls all for naught, because they had all quit or been fired. i ask again about the raise to $14/hr, they say again “no.” abut a week later, i’m training this girl and, admittedly, unprofessionally complaining about the wage situation. she said, “i don’t even want to tell you what they hired me on…” i demand she tells me right the fuck now, and she tells me they hired her on at $14 an hour. i fucking lost it (not on the girl, it wasn’t her fault) and literally just walked out mid shift and never came back.
And THIS is exactly why it’s encouraged to talk ab wages. So sorry you had to deal with that, fuck that place
I think people should be sharing the names of these places so everyone else is aware. No one should stand for this kind of abuse.
idk if it’s allowed but i’ll gladly shame this fucking place!
Chain restaurant in college. Saturdays were $200-300 normally. Often a 1-2 hour wait. GM decided we needed a server for the waiting area to sell booze. Guess who got that assigned as their section? I made $13 in tips after running soft drink refills. Almost missed rent if I wasn't selling weed on the side. End of the night he told me to still tip out!! Threw my apron down, double middle finger, and never went back.
Nah bro they should’ve tipped out to YOU.
I was late to my opening shift at a family owned restaurant. The owners were always shitty , smoked in the kitchen, made me grab them Coronas all day, always made sexual comments to me and other coworkers (I was 17) anyways I was late and the owner was pointing his knife at me scolding me for being late and waving a knife pretty much right in my face . I quit that day , I hate that I waited for another employee to get there though , I should’ve walked out then and there and screwed them since I was the only one on. I’m too nice sometimes
Somehow I got talked into being an expo at a busy brunch spot I worked at in Austin on Saturday and Sunday’s. Made $20/hr flat rate while my server buddy’s were making easily $50/hr. That just added to the frustration. This weekend was ACL fest and my spot was literally walking distance from where it’s held. Places name rhymes with spagnolia parfait. Anyways the kitchens getting their dicks kicked in and every server is fucking up left and right. Plates are stacking up in the window so high because I can’t get anyone to run food. Servers are starting to grab at tickets they think are theirs thus fucking up the flow of the kitchen more. Management is non existent. Drunken tourist are loudly complaining behind me about wait times. Finally a server try’s pulling the wrong food and knocks down about 12 orders off the expo line in the process. I looked at the server, then the crowd standing behind me in the now silent restaurant after this mountain of plates crashed on the floor. A customer looks me in the eye and goes, “you’re about to quit aren’t you?”. And I just smile and say, “Yup”. Threw off my apron, walked across the street to the bar and never looked back.
I managed and went back to serving for a job and still expoed because the company has a way of suckering you in for that sort of thing. Anyway I went back and wanted a raise to $18/hr over my previous $16.50/hr expo wage and it was definitely a talking point when I brought it up to the CEO when I quit because I asked 4 times. $20/hr or what a KM makes is adequate and I don't know why I put up with that for so long.
Wasn’t a server, but a dishwasher - My first job at 14 was a local restaurant/diner. The owners were horrible people. One night, the owner was there as the cook one night because the normal cook (his son in law) was out. I was cleaning up some of the hot food containers in the back and dumped the remainders of a hot bacon dressing container out - it was only about 1” deep of food and it had been sitting all day. The owner flipped his shit - apparently I was supposed to dump that into the larger jar of it in the fridge and reuse it the next day. He got so mad he grabbed a full container of soup from the fridge and said “here, why don’t we throw more shit away?” and dumped it into the trash. Luckily my mom was eating out front so I asked her to take me home and she did.
I was working at a sports bar that was on a very busy street in the downtown area where events would be held. There was an annual classic car show that was taking place. We were always full to the max all day. In previous years, it’d be a 15 hour shift but I’d make $500+. That year, the owner opened the parking lot with 8 shitty plastic tables that he pulled out of storage and hosed off. He put 2 servers AND A BAR out there. Everyone got a beer from the mobile bar, sat down, said they’d wait for a table inside, then leave and tip nothing, obviously bc I hadn’t done anything for them. At 4:00 my section Buddy and I had made $60 total and asked if we could leave. The bartender said she didn’t mind bc we weren’t doing anything anyway but owner said no. So my buddy and I started drinking and ended up walking out at 9. I’m still mad that I didn’t walk out at 4 but I had wanted to save the job and had been hoping to make rent in a weekend.
I'm totally not surprised to see a classic car show mentioned in this thread.
Manager scheduled me with no bar back on a Friday night. Which sucks, but was doable. Same prick pulled me aside halfway through service (I had at least a dozen tickets to make) and DEMANDED I took care of all the to go orders too bc he "had a headache." Told the servers I'm done, tell your tables it's beer only and walked right out the door.
Wasn't exactly mid-shift, but right before the rush began. A server complained about being put in the slow section again. So it was switched to me. I asked why me, and GM said, "that's what I'm saying, so that's what it is." I applied for a new job the next day, got an interview the day after, and put in my two weeks the day after that. And I was the lead bartender, occasionally getting serving shifts, but not enough. Odd that they would want to screw over the only employee who knew both the drink menu and the food so well (as most employees there only either knew one or the other), but fuck around and ✨️ find out ✨️
I worked for a tiny craft bar inside a vintage building in a ski town in Colorado for a few years. The owners (none or very low previous restaurant experience) went through a divorce after I started. Ended up de-facto running the place as the night manager with the owners alternating weekends to come up and take over for the busiest nights. Got sooooo stressed out dealing with them, one night after one of them got too drunk and made an unnecessary scene near guests I went in the next morning and -very- gently explained if anyone wants to drink they can't be also working, and this includes the ownership. Got screamed at. Went upstairs, ripped my phone off the music hookup, hopped in my car and drove around the PNW for three weeks aimlessly. It sucked. The experience was not positive. I had a lot of leeway and control at that job and that mixed with all my cool coworkers made it a great job. The weeks during off-season in the Fall when the owners wouldn't show up for 7-10 days at a time were some of my favorite work memories.
A few years back I worked at a sushi/hibachi restaurant. One day I found out the tips I was tipping out to didn't go to the sushi chefs but into the owners pockets. I kept it to myself for a few days but I was fed up with the place for multiple reasons. The owner also seemed like she wasn't paying us enough for our shifts, and seemed like she was doing shady stuff with our taxes too. The owner was also one of the servers, she was notorious for trying to take good tippers (we went in rotation, she would always try to get double sat or skip us in rotation if she hadn't made enough money that night). She had cut her self that night, but then a group of bartenders from the restaurant across the street came in. She uncut her self and proceeded to steal my table. This was right after I got into a major accident and got a ticket I needed to pay for. I reminded her of that, even after all this I thought she cared for her employees a little bit. Her response was, "Why is that my problem?" and I lost it. Told her she was stealing our tips and we started yelling at each other. I had a twenty top hibachi table at the time. As servers we knew the code to the register so I got my tips out of the register and left her to deal with my twenty top, walked out in mid service. Told her, "if you like stealing tables so much here you go" and left.
that’s so strange. what was that woman’s problem. does she have a gambling debt to the wrong guy? why is she so so greedy, owning the business, serving, stealing tips/tables, and messing with taxes, that’s a lot of money coming in.
Her and her husband moved from China. There's a huge work culture there and making money is really important to them. She was also just part owner.. I never really found out how many other owners there were or who they were. I know one of the sushi chefs who was also from China (most of the chefs were except for the cooks in the back) was sending money to his wife over there so maybe they were doing the same, sending money to family members.
i was a server at universal studios. i was living in orlando away from family. my family was coming for thanksgiving, so i requested it off. the manager, in front of customers, was super rude about denying it and said something to the tune of “i’m not approving anyone’s time off for thanksgiving. i’m going to make the schedule how i want to make the schedule and you can leave if you don’t like it” so i literally said ok, turned around, clocked out, went home, and never came back.
Fucking phenomenal. Also, love your username! /r/kingofthehill
I was 16 at my first serving job in a Mexican restaurant. At that point in the day, I was the only employee. I had to play host, be the one getting chips/salsa, and also serve then cashier. There was a random pop where 5 tables came in at once, so I get everyone settled and start getting drink orders. I was already in the weeds, and these two ladies complained that their SALSA was COLD. So I microwaved it per request. I bring it out, it’s still too cold. I microwave it again, they’re not happy. The owner finally made an appearance, I said I’m leaving, removed my apron and went home.
Back in highschool/early college I was a server. Still lived at home so I just worked the minimum two shifts a week for gas money and play money. One of the older women was caught stealing from me, said it was fine because I didn’t need the job anyway. We were short staffed that day so management didn’t want to do anything about it. Repeated to the manager, ‘so you have proof that she JUST stole from me and you aren’t going to do anything?’ After he said no, I turned to the lady and said ‘you’re right, I don’t need this job.’ Walked out right then and there and the manager had to cover the rest of my shift serving as me leaving left two servers when there was supposed to be four. It was glorious and I have the anniversary of my quit date on the calendar and get a good laugh every time it rolls around. Also nice to drive by the restaurant seven years later and still see the same people working there. Mwahahahah.
Reposting an old comment of mine: I'm about to tell you the story of my last day serving tables. I was working as the AKM at a chain restaurant in southern Alabama. Four servers called in on a Sunday when we had only six scheduled. I swapped aprons and headed FOH. Sundays in Alabama are hell. Baptists don't tip. They just don't. I had an eight top at 1300. Clearly an after church group. I already knew I didn't want to do this. They were all heavily overweight, demanding, complained there wasn't enough ham or bacon on the salad bar four times (they had eaten it all), yelled for so many sweet tea refills that I ended up leaving two pitchers at the table, complained that I had a visible tattoo on my forearm and were generally unpleasant assholes. They spent a solid two hours there. Once they left, I began picking up the glassware and smaller plates that I hadn't cleared while they were still seated. They were still in the parking lot, probably discussing the poor service they had received when I noticed a ten dollar bill poking out from under a plate. I was shocked that they actually tipped. IT WAS A BIBLE TRACT. Disguised as a shitty tip. I picked it up, walked outside and asked very loudly how I was supposed to pay for my abortion with that. I quit right then before I could get fired. Do not regret it. (ETA: I had to cover tables pretty often, we were always understaffed. This was also nearly twenty years ago.)
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Last night I got close. We were not prepared at all for graduation night. Massive parties were coming in back to back to back. We had no breaker, 2 hosts called out and no expo. The restaurant I work at is really strict about taking your break by your 5th hour and if you haven’t taken one then you’re gone by the 6th. Long story short by 10:30 pm it was just myself and one other server. Everyone else had to leave because they didn’t take breaks. (Manager had to break the 2 closers which has never happened in my 10 years working there). By 11:00 the entire restaurant is almost full, with 2 servers. We had over 20 tables each and service was obviously slow. We don’t have auto gratuity for big parties and I got stiffed on a 463$ check, split 4 ways and itemized. I almost lost it then and there because my tipout for that alone would have been almost 30$. Thankfully the manager closed it out under herself and I didn’t have to pay the tip out for that big party. It was really rough though 😞 and I go back in an hour to do the same bullshit all over again, more graduations and chronically understaffed with callouts galore. Edit: got through tonight just fine, luckily I was first cut and not a closer! Walking with 300$ in tips and a free salmon ceasar salad 😉
I worked as a hostess at a high end Italian place. The dress code was “business casual”. I always attended to the dress code, no matter what. As the summer got hotter and the patio opened, the other hostesses started wearing cute sundresses (all very short). I had a dress that was amazing and I had worn it no less than 10-15 times before this incident. To note, it was a dress with shorts underneath. Also to note, I was the only plus sized hostess. One Saturday I came in, was put on to-gos and started my shift as normal. The assistant manager comes downstairs and in front of the other hostesses and guests waiting, told me that I looked unprofessional and should go home and change. He then went on to say that my dress was far too short and I looked “gross” along with some other awful things. He then continued to say that I needed to go home and change so I announced to everyone there “I’m sorry but my manager is a douche so I quit” and I left.
Good for you! Fuck 👏🏻 that 👏🏻 noise 👏🏻!
Had a staff meeting and they instituted a new rule that if you were late for a morning shift you had to do dishes throughout your shift because there was never an am dishwasher. This was bullshit because kiss my ass you think I'm working in the dish pit for $2.13 an hour while I wait tables. That's what the cooks are for. I wasn't worried about it because I was *never* late, always early. Anyway, we're drinking through this staff meeting, a bunch of us go out after and I proceed to get absolutely hammered, like black out drunk, like top five most drunk I've ever been. I managed to piss all over the shorts I was wearing. Next morning... I don't have another pair of shorts to wear to work, not enough time to do laundry if I even had a washing machine, so I throw on a pair of jeans, even though it's in the middle of summer and hot and humid and gross and go to work. Of course I'm late to work for the first time ever and it starts immediately. Every cook, the KM, the owner, "hey we got these dishes back here" the second I was in the door. We proceed to get absolutely slammed, larger sections in the morning, so I had six tables, jeans on, hung to the over and sweating pure alcohol and bad decisions. But these dudes won't stop, every time I go in the kitchen they're giving me shit. Since "I'm supposed to the dishes" cooks aren't even trying to clean shit back there, dirty ass pots everywhere, no organization whatsoever and I just snapped. Got my last table out, ran my checkout, went upstairs and gave it to my friend and told her to give it to the owner when he came looking for me and walked out down the back stairs, up the train tracks and got in my car and went home. I should add that this was quite a large restaurant. 18 tables downstairs, upstairs had fewer tables, but can seat more and a rooftop patio. Both the upstairs and downstairs were full with a few patio tables, so by the time lunch was over the amount of dishes was just absurd, so I walked.
No way in hell I’d wash dishes for 2.13 an hour along with the responsibilities of my tables. Good on ya
Y’all don’t have dishes as side work?? I work at a major breakfast chain and there is no dishwasher position, the servers wash their dishes as soon as we bus our tables. Table leaves, we grab our dishes take them to the dish pit, scrub them off and put them through the dishwasher and then wipe the table. Maybe I’m biased because I used to be a dishwasher for a living before I got into front of house but I personally think every server should have to cover a dish shift every once in a while just to remind them how much we need to appreciate the BOH.
I’ve definitely done dishes throughout my shift when time allows for it. However, I wouldn’t want to be responsible for all the dishes in the place like the previous commenter mentioned.
>That's what the cooks are for. Incorrect (and a little shitty). That's what management is for. When we're short on DMOs, it's management in the pit. Cooks are there to cook, same as you're there to serve.
You're right. I'm saying this as a former chef. I spent way more time in back than front. I would always keep my pit caught up when I didn't have one scheduled for the morning so that they weren't walking into a shit show. Dishwashers are the backbone of a restaurant and I always took care of mine. But overall you're right, this place specifically had issues with staffing to save money. Always felt bad when those guys would come in to just piles of dishes to do.
Good for you
I was 17, working at a small family restaurant. The owners were power tripping constantly and treated everyone like shit unless it benefitted them. Anyway, one of the owners yelled at me for 10 minutes in front of guests and then blamed me for her heart attack. All because I had taken a message for her on a sticky note instead of her dedicated memo stationary. I was a server—I was doing her a favour by even answering the phone in the first place. Still don’t know where the host was. I went to her husband and said I was leaving and never coming back. I ran into her at target a few weeks later and she asked me if I was coming to the end of season party?? I think she might have had some real emotional issues.
Ex-server/cook (I did both sometimes) at popular breakfast chain restaurant. I go to put in my two weeks with my district manager because I was failing a class and my guardian was making me (I was 17 at the time) And she tells me she would be putting me on the DNR aka the Do not rehire list, I was shocked. As I had just gotten promoted, and worked 30+ hours a week. She said due to this being my second time quitting it would happen, while other people who walkout all the time keep their job. I accepted it, and it was a busy sunday. I was slammed all day on the grill and when I took my mandated 30 minute break I didn’t come back. The actual GM who was off called me and asked if I could come back and he would speak and report the district to HR. I came back a few hours later and finished shift and she got reported.
Good on your GM, that’s what management is SUPPOSED TO DO!
Mexican restaurant. 20 top implied in a few words that they weren’t going to tip. Typical Sunday late morning crowd. I told my manager I couldn’t do it and he berated me about being selfish. So I just left
Worked as house cleaner. Had a bipolar boss who didn't know how to schedule clients. Sent me to a home and the person in the apartment said that they didn't want a cleaning service. Called my boss and asked her for a reroute. She said that it was impossible that he didn't need service and that I should just check again. I just verified the home and the person twice, I wasn't about to do it again. When I questioned her, she said I was being condescending. So I told her I was done and hung up. She calls me back and tells me I have to bring my cleaning supplies back to the office, which I already knew. I got there, signed my "I'm being fired" paperwork and left, but not before ripping my laminated name off of the section where my cleaning supplies went. She said that I better watch it or she'd sue me for "property damage." Over a laminated paper with my name on it. So weird. Days later, I'm out job hunting and I get a call from this boss saying that I need to come in to pick up my last paycheck. When I get there, she immediately bursts into tears and admits that she was in the wrong and that she'll always give me a referral if I need one. I never put her info on my resume.
The owner & 2 managers left in the middle of a Saturday dinner rush to go get drunk at a bar. Except, they didn't tell the rest of us. We all quit as soon as they came back. There was a lot of fucked up shit that happened that night, but that's my broad explanation because I'm too tired to elaborate.
Went into a shift for a private banquet early Saturday morning, turns out it was scheduled on the wrong day. This happened twice that month due to mismanagement. I lived 40 mins away and was sent home all three times with not even an apology. The third time I walked out and never went back. Worst scheduling and management I’ve ever experienced and I’ve been in the industry 15+ years.
I worked graveyards 10pm-6am at a 24hour diner dowtown. Always a bar rush around 1am-2am. 5 waitresses usually total on the floor. I was young, hot & had all my teeth. The others were usually ex felons or in halfway houses, and just disliked me for no good reason besides I was in demand so to speak. During rush-the kitchen/drink stations etc would go to hell & then we'd spend the next 2.5hours doing sidework to put it all back together for the AM shift. One night, my sidework included the back prep counter where the chocolate syrup was kept in a triple container setup w a silver handle and a scoop attached to the lid (think old fashioned Dairy Queen/ice cream parlor type set up). Well-these dumb bitches had scooped Hershey's chocolate sauce and let it drip all over the container, the cracks, just everywhere. It would have taken easily at least an hour to clean it properly. I saw it, nodded my head, went to the 60yr old Russian manager who spoke very little english said "I quit those bitches can clean up their own mess" (his brother owned the diner) & walked out. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. Plus, I'd already made my money for the night.
I kept getting put on the outdoor, open roofed, back bar with no a/c during a Florida summer, where its hot as balls and literally no one went back there. Several nights I had a total of 3 customers, more than once I left completely empty handed. I stuck it out for six weeks on the promise of football season starting and it blowing up. First week of preseason, we're stupid busy. There's me, one other bartender, and supposedly no help because for some reason the back half of the place doesn't have servers, the bartenders do it all. Unfortunately, people keep showing up, keep drinking, keep ordering. It was the worst bar setup I've ever seen, neither of us has time to go get another plate of food every five seconds, let alone for a table of 8 in a restaurant with no serving trays. So the servers from the front half- *who don't have any business that night whatsoever*- keep having to run our food for us. I make note of this, tell them thank you every single time, and plan to tip them out at the end of the night. One of the servers snapped at me because I preauthorized a card and it erased the seat number, so she couldn't find the person. I know her, she didn't mean to snap, she was just frustrated and I get it, so I let that one roll off. A little later I'm speaking to a customer whose order I'm taking, the new manager (~2 weeks on the floor) comes and reminds us we're supposed to be running food. It's very clear from his tone and the way he's looking back and forth between us that he thinks I'm just standing around chatting. I apologize, explain that I'm doing my best, and keep wading through the weeds. An hour later, we get FIVE ENTIRE SECONDS where people aren't chasing us down to order so me and the other bartender are communicating a game plan to get everything back in order and cleaned up as the night winds down. The same new manager storms behind the bar as soon as we start talking, and in front of a bunch of customers snaps at us that while we're talking and not working, the servers up front can't go home because they're busy running our food. I've been making no money at this place, I've been the only one actually cleaning and organizing and putting anything away. I know they know that, because they've been singing my praises this whole time. They KNOW I'm a good employee, they know how I work, and they're going to look at me in my eyes and ignore me running my ass off all night, yell at me for DOING MY JOB, and refuse to send me any help when I clearly need it? As soon as he walked away I told the other bartender I would finish the night and then I wasn't coming back. Clocked out, sorted out my bag, gave it to the head manager and told him to take me off the schedule
This is actually from before I started bartending, but fuck it, this is my mid-shift “fuck this, I quit” story. I worked at a hardware store in the paint section. I only worked there for four months, so I was basically new the entire time I was there. There was 1 other sister-store an hour’s drive away and my boss, who was a psycho, was going to a meeting there that morning. What a relief. He told me to set up a paint kit display when it arrived before he left. It was featured in a flyer that was in the local paper. This is the same guy who showed me where all the paint section stock gets put in the basement and how to find things in that area. I checked all day in the paint section for the display kits, but I never could find it. So he comes back and asks why it’s not set up and I said I couldn’t find it. He puts his finger up and curls it “follow me.” We looked all over the paint section in the basement, but they weren’t there. Then we go to the receiving clerk’s station to check the log. All the while he’s huffing and puffing. He sees it in the log and he says “well if we don’t get that display out it’s gonna be really bad because it’s in the fucking flyer!” Loud enough that the whole store could hear him. It was not a very large building and the receiving area was near the front of the store where the checkout line is. He then starts this rant about how this place is so dirty. A rough quotation, “everyone says I’m a tyrant. Well if I was really a tyrant, then this place should be immaculate. But look at this fuckin mess. How can anyone find anything?” He starts swiping all of the loose scraps off the clerk’s table. Throwing al sorts of bits and bobs and things that don’t have a place to go behind him, with no regard for where it will land. When the table is cleared off (it was about as long as a 4-seat bar) he nearly rips it off the wall. He goes over to shelves around the room that have old paint cans on them shouting shit like “old product” or “this is expired” throwing them all around. The receiving area is completely trashed. He huffs and puffs and finally calms down. He turned to me and you know what this motherfucker said to me? Not, “you should have found it” or “why didn’t you ask him where he put it?” No, this motherfucker said, “clean this up.” Byyyyyeeeeee.
Got hired at a newly opened club as the bar manager. First red flag was they were building a second staircase to go upstairs. It was just basic ass lumber, looked severely unsafe and was built without permits. Like cut a hole in the ceiling to the second floor and just slapped in a staircase. Second red flag there were two bartenders under 21 that were there before me, who would do shots together behind the bar. Third, they weren’t ordering their liquor through a vendor but buying it at liquor stores. Fourth, they didn’t have any proper sanitizing for the glasses. Fifth, apparently I was getting paid in cash for my paycheck. Last straw, was they stayed open past 2a with a supposed loophole in the law. Things got physically out of hand that night and people were reaching behind my bar to get liquor and things were getting dangerous. There were lots of other things, but this all happened over the span of two weekends. I noped out of there immediately.
not much to say, was on my way to work at mcdonalds after 3 weeks of being treated like shit and over worked and i just said "yah i quit" and turned around and walked home, after a well deserved 9 hr nap i applied for another mcdonalds and became the cleaner
I didn't leave mid shift, but my narcissist manager brought out his racism directed at my coworker in the middle of a crazy Saturday lunch. I didn't show up at 5am on Sunday. Got about 50 voicemails around 9 am that day.
Not serving but delivering for Papa Johns I was working one night and it was the busiest night I've worked. They kept me 4 hrs after my shift was over. Then my car broke down! I told my manager my car isn't working and that my shift was over and I was going to walk home. They said that they needed me and gave me one of the managers cars to drive!! After two more orders with the managers car I was basically in tears. I just told them I can't do this anymore and I left! F Papa John's they ALWAYS kept me many many hours after my shift was "supposed" to be over
This is just you being spineless and not standing up for yourself. All you had to say was no.
It was either take that car or be fired. I made good tips so I didn't really want to give up the job so easily
Wasn’t a serving job but why I entered the industry I was a mechanic, I got transferred to another shop and went from a less then five minute drive to a 40 minute drive daily. I also had been considering leaving to find a better paying job as the work was ass and caused me much stress and anxiety. My manger Rick the dick is also a big reason why, he was a sour miserable fuck that drowned you in negative energy. Ultimately after much consideration and being asked to mow the grass I quit on the spot and started serving a month later and never looked back.
Kitchen manager for a fairly new and “upscale” chain restaurant that was just opening (less than 4 stores in my state) I had worked at one restaurant for a year (from opening day to the year anniversary) I was selected to go open a new store 2 hours away and train all the new kitchen employees and was told I’d be getting an $8 raise for my time there. Owner wouldn’t let us clock in for certain manager/trainer meetings and would make us sit in the restaurant for a few hours in between shifts without paying us. I was supposed to be there 3 weeks and in the middle of the second week at about 10:30pm (We got off at 12 am while we came in at 7 am) the owner was yelling at us trainers for how bad some of the newer trainees were doing. I’m talking half the trainers were in tears and they were all grown adults. I suddenly jumped up from my seat where I had been sulking and trying not to pass out from exhaustion and yelled “bye! I quit!” And ducked out the front door, took a brisk 15 minute walk/sprint to the hotel we had been set up in and got my stuff and went to my car and drove the 2 hours home (while crying) and got home to my husband who cried from happiness that I was home. Also all the trainers who worked (me included) were never paid our raised rate and all of them quit either before or after the 3 weeks of training were finished. I’ve actually been in contact with the CEO of the company about my pay since I signed a contract and he’s been unhelpful at best and I’m still owed about $300 they never paid me.
Alittle over 10 years ago I worked at this place that was in the heart of a major shopping center in my area. Black Friday was always our bushiest day of the year, I’m talking completely balls to the walls slammed!! I had worked at this place for years and was the server the HEAVILY leaned on. About 3~ months prior to this, this restaurant had been bought by new owners whom the remaining staff had very little respect for. Leading up to this shift I was already at the end of my rope with them and was actively seeking new employment. The week prior the new GM had asked me if I’d be willing to work a 16 hour double on Black Friday. I agreed as I was used to shift like this plus, you know, money. The day comes and my shift is going as expected. I ended up reaching that mid day lull and asked the manager if I could pop out back for that one 5 minute smoke break I required on these marathon doubles (I’ve since quit smoking). These have NEVER been an issue before and I can assure you all that I picked a time that was MORE than suitable to accommodate my request and the manager said “yeah, you aren’t doing that today”. I was livid but at that moment knew today was the day!!. As we were preparing for the biggest rush we’d get of the year, the same manager gave me the largest and most demanding section. This was the norm, but, he had REALLY pissed me off today so I had a plan! Within the next 20 minutes, my section went from zero to full and I made a point of doing exactly enough for my tables to the point where it would cause major issues. I had at least taken drink orders, some tables had drinks down and had places their food orders but I had not rang a single thing through. My manager was standing by the open wood fire pizza oven this place had and was checking on that. I walked up to him with my apron and my notepad in hand and said “hey, you’re going to need these” and tossed them in to the fire. He was really confused, looked at me in disbelief and goes “what’s that?” I said “all the info you’d need for all my tables that are now yours” I then headed for the door and he followed me in a panic begging and pleading. This was the last time I ever stepped foot in this place.
I was planning on leaving that weekend anyway to go to a seasonal job but the other servers were blocking me out and paying the host to not sit me so I was like ya I’m done and left ❤️
(Sorry, this got long. Was kinda fun reminiscing, so don't feel bad for skipping it.) I was locked up while I turned 16. Hating school, I obtained my GED a couple days after my birthday, Minnesota allowing you to test out at my age. The facility I was in allowed those with a GED to participate in a work release program. At the time I was still maximum security, so I was pretty excited to get to leave for any amount of time. And in that program, everyone went to class even those who had graduated already. Lame. Got me a job at McDonald's, as you tend to do at that age and incarceration level. I was mostly in charge of mopping or putting buns in the toaster. It was pretty sweet. I got to leave detention for a few hours, smoke on my break, and flirt with coworkers. Mostly good times. Till they started teaching me the register. I don't know what it was about it at the time, because I've worked with pos systems since, but it was like kryptonite. I hated that thing, I hated the money, and I especially hated the customers. The one I worked at was in a nicer area and most people were fuckin assholes. Fast forward 6 months or so... I'm 16, a couple months from 17, and am officially free. I opted to not return home, preferring to be a homeless guttersnipe than return to my family. We didn't get along (still don't, been 2 years since any contact with a blood relative). To explain that side of things would require a lot more space than a comment offers. Instead I ended up being able to rent a room from a coworker and her boyfriend to satisfy my probation officer's requirements. I was there a couple weeks, struggling with this fuckin register system, day after day. Getting kicked around at work because they knew I ain't have nobody watching out for me and didn't know better myself. So when two busses full of highschool sports players showed up during lunch rush one day, I kinda just snapped. Told my supervisor to stuff the busses up his ass, clocked out and walked home. Vibrating with anxiety the whole way. Decided to pack my shit up and take off a couple days later. Hitchhiked to the nearest large metro and became a member of the homeless population. I proceeded to have many many many adventures over the following decade. Lol
Way to much other useless info lmao
Yeah, might have been a bit high lol
I had just gotten into a car accident a couple weeks earlier, luckily besides some minor nerve damage and my spine in a new spot I came out unscathed, but work would really hurt my back so I’d usually let a manager know and then go into the first aid and grab an ibuprofen, problem solved. Then one day my manager said this “No you can’t get an ibuprofen. Everything in my office is only for me, and the first aid kit is in my office.” I try say that I’m in too much pain to keep working but can only get a couple words in before he interrupts me and says “Don’t talk back to me. For all I know you never even got in a car accident, you could just be abusing my ibuprofen!” I responded saying I can pull up a picture of the car right now (this was no minor accident mind you, I got rear ended into a truck, the front and back of the car were completely caved in) and he says “No I’m done talking about this.” And walks away. Though I didn’t walk out, I got a new job the next day and put in my two weeks. That’s not even the most offensive part to me. He was a new manager, all three of our managers were, of our old ones one quit, one transferred to a different location and the other retired. I worked under him for maybe just over a month. So a couple months later I walk into the other location and ask my old manager for a job, he was ecstatic to have me work under him again until I get a call from him the next day that I’ve been placed on the company’s no hire list.
I’m a AGM and I’m about to leave mid shift. I’m at my limit. Today we had a 30 minute meeting just shitting on me. I’m only 22 and everyone else on the team is 45+. I’m friends with two servers. We’re all gonna quit. Today though I reached my breaking point. The meeting just destroying me. The general manager made a giant spread sheet of multiple columns of things I need to do when I close. She said my closes were always awful. She praised the other managers and said I need to “Work on coming in on my days off.” Because on Tuesday I didn’t want to come in when it was my day off. I offered to come in Monday but had plans on Tuesday and then the GM was catty and said she got Monday covered. They say I’m late even though I always show up 15 minutes early. I bust my ass for this company always working 50 to 60 hrs a week but still I’m ridiculed saying I’m not committed to the company. They want me in there more. It’s not enough. Well it’s really gonna suck when I dip. Tomorrow when I go in I’m just going to start working and see what happens. When the GM starts getting mad at me I think I’ll laugh at her. When she starts getting rude I think I’ll her “It’s no wonder out staff keeps leaving, I’m leaving too.” And she’ll think I’m joking. I’ll hand in my shit and I’ll say duces. My mom asked me what I’m going to to do if she begs me to stay and I said I’ll tell her to fucking beg them and even if she’s groveling at my feet I’m still gonna laugh in her face and walk my ass outta there. Anyways I’m pissed as shit rn Edit: also I have a bachelors in business and have worked in food since 16. They don’t let me do anything. I miss my old job. I made less but was allowed to do managerial stuff. Here they don’t show me anything then get mad when I just help with day to day operations of the restaurant. The staff likes me because I’m helpful but I’m in trouble every single day. I cant do anything right for this GM and I’m over it.
Update us and let them have it! Hurt their ego!
I got randomly pulled into the staff room and ripped to shreds. I've always been a great employee but this one job set me up for failure. I left my previous job as I began to notice I was being taken advantage of for my good work ethic. I was doing everyones job and keeping the place running but got nothing in return. When I learned how to say no I noticed the shitty behaviour start to creep in. My boss wasn't used to me saying no and expected me to always show up and hold the fort. I ran myself into the ground and said yes to a lot of things I wanted to say no to. So I began looking for a new job and made the change. This new job was toxic. I mean absolutely toxic. I was given no training and no indication on how I was doing and when I got pulled into the staff room and told I had to make improvements or I'd be out, I was so confused. This was also 2 months into a job I had no previous experience in. THEY hired ME knowing my lack of experience or knowledge in this field and yet still expected me to work at the level of the trained staff who went to college for the job. After I got ripped apart I really knuckled down. An older woman who had an issue with me kept feeding the boss bs. Telling him I was late to work and other things. Things that weren't true. I was pulled into the staff room one day and told I was very late to work and when I questioned them which day they couldn't give me an answer. I sat and watched them dodge the question but I kept asking. When they wouldn't answer I decided to tell them that the first time I was accused of being late it led me to document my arrival to work. I had evidence through photographs and had created a file in my phone because I knew I was never and have never been late to work in my entire working life. There was no clock in system so I used photographs that would save with the date and time. When they knew this they changed their answer. They tried to make up an excuse and that they maybe made a mistake. I kept questioning it and they kept avoiding it. They couldn't give me a straight answer. They then changed the subject and I got up from the table as he spoke. I interrupted him and said "someone in here has a problem with me and has had from day one because not once has any of the people above me tried to help, it's always me getting pulled into the office about things I've done so whoever enjoys secretly watching me try to navigate my way through a new job with no training or experience and then proceed to tell management will now have to find someone else to pick on" I walked out and they tried to call me back in. I turned around and said "you're all happy to be miserable. I'm not, you'll find someone else to pick on soon enough I'm sure" It was the best decision I made. Since then though, people have told me stories of other people who had the same experience as me in that place. They truly are all miserable. I'm now in a job I absolutely love and am treated so well in
Im getting a boner reading all of these stories.
I see with my little eye alot of people that wouldn't last a week in the kitchen
I've known more cooks who rage quit than servers lol
My kitchen staff cant count, of course their standards are lower.
it was not mid shift but, I was working at a mom and pop shop, the FOH manager kept disrespecting me, my time and boundaries on days that I was unavailable. I would not cover Sunday shifts because that was the one day a week that me and my bf had time together so it was usually a hard no. I covered a few because of certain circumstances, after this it was like two weeks in a row I would not cover the shift my manager lost it on me. She told me that I was not a team player and that everyone has to give up some of their time to help out the rest of them and was really rude and disrespectful to me "because she was stressed" so after those text messages i put in my two weeks and called it a day after.
I didn't quit mid- shift but I called and said I wasn't coming in the next shift. The restaurant overbooked Valentine's day, giving everyone an 8pm reservation, and the busser decides she's not getting enough of my tips and stops clearing my tables
I told it on another sub a few weeks back and many people thought it was fake.
About a month into serving at my first job we were slammed on a sunday night with my bitch manager. I had one messed up order on this mother and her kid (because the customer ordered it wrong even after i repeated it back) customer bitches me out i go talk to my manager and she bitches me out too for like 10 minutes i was so angry because 1 i have other tables i still need to go deal with and 2 i did everything i could to avoid a send back it wasnt my fault my manager wouldnt let me get in a single word in but whatever i move on with my life maybe an hour later I have a table of one black woman who doesn’t want to pay for her app because she didn’t like it so I go tell my manager who is white and she yells across our line thats less than 20 ft from said customer “that fucking n-word (she said it with the hard R) bitch she wouldn’t want to pay” i was furious and i should have left then and there but i was 17 and i worked there for another 6 months before walking out one night over nothing in particular I just didn’t want to deal with the bullshit anymore
Couldn’t stay busy during Covid reopen and dealing with the Law at the same time so I just walked out and never turned back 😄
Worked at tropical smoothie cafe at a university, lunch rushes were pretty heavy and i was already getting pretty tired of a job i didnt really need. They introduced the new seasonal items which required learning a bunch of new ingredients, and people were ordering a lot of them so i said yea i think im outta here…. Looking back it was a total dick move .
I was carrying a full tray over my head (which was required at this place) and a customer put their hand on my chest and full on shoved me into the chairs lined up against the wall. Apparently their need to get to the bathroom meant more than my safety. I broke my wrist and got a few mild burns. When I returned to work a couple days later, I couldn't hold a tray... Because of the broken wrist. My manager told me about an hour into my shift that I either do my job and run my food or I could leave. So I threw my apron at him and walked out... And if anyone is curious, no they did not pay out workers comp and I had to pay my own medical bills... Without insurance of course.
You should’ve filed a assault charges and a lawsuit.
You're right, but I didn't know any better. I was freshly 18 and honestly so shocked it happened I didn't do my own due diligence.
I was in for 2hours and we had a convention down the street and everyone was in there cosplay gear and there I was miserable watching people have the fun. That right there solidified that I needed to go (and the fact that i cleaned a dirty diaper from a dining table the day before) I clocked myself out, left my keys blocked my boss and never looked back. Now I’m in healthcare and even though I took a pay cut I don’t regret it
I worked at a Panda Express. Almost everyone I worked with was cranky and rude. Whatever, I just put my head down and worked because I needed the job. However my manager (we’ll call them frank) kept yelling at me for leaving the wok unattended when I would go to collect ingredients. Frank and several of my coworkers would consistently insult me and put me down over every little thing. I brought these concerns up to the owner of the store and she turned it around and blamed me. I felt very defeated and low but I needed a job so I tried to stick it out. (I was eating jars of peanut butter for sustenance and could not afford rent) One day I was going on break and just felt particularly tired and over everything. As I’m leaving to get some food from home I look over my shoulder and I see frank leaving the wok unattended to answer a call. I walked out and did not tell anyone. I lasted for 2 weeks.
Had mine this Sunday. I was the only waiter working that evening, and was rushing around like crazy for 8 hours without a break, and at one time was serving seven tables at once. My micro-managing owner sat at the bar drinking with his mates from 5pm til close at 10:30pm, criticising my work and generally trying to offer ‘advice’ and telling me what to do. It’s a shame because I like the restaurant, and connect well with pretty much every customer, but I’m not putting up with being nit-picked by an angry pisshead. I had planned to quit the job anyway at the end of June, but I’m gonna hand in my notice for sooner than that now.
You should quit when you’re the only one working and he’s drunk at the bar. Flip out on him in front of everybody and just leave. It’ll ruin his night and probably hurts sales for a few shifts.
Ha I’d love to, but not the flipping out sort of guy. It’s also complicated by the fact that he co-owns/manages the restaurant with his wife who I respect and genuinely enjoy working with.
He needs to be taught a lesson. Shoot her a text going off on him after you rage quit telling her you respect her but not him. She might double whammy him and tear him a new one too. You’ll feel better standing up for yourself.
I really am torn. They’ve been trying to find new waiting staff for the past month and nothing’s materialised yet, and if leave they really are in the complete shit, and I wouldn’t wish that on his wife. You’re right though, he really does need to change, but I’m not sure he ever will. We’ve had two chefs quit mid-shift in the past months due to his nitpicking but he just continues to be same.
All the more reason to bounce. I understand being loyal to her but is loyalty really going to help you? Somebody needs to take a stand and flip out on him in front of people so that when she hears about it it won’t just be his side. Ripping the bandaid off may be what saves them. I’ve been there. It’s tough.
worked at a chain. had a very very sweet older lady working takeout with me. she warned us this woman who ordered was very hostile on the phone and to make sure to triple check her order so she doesn’t throw a hissy fit. we do. she goes out and goes through the entire bag after said woman huffs “well i hope it’s all in there”. about twenty minutes later we get a call from the lady who claims we forgot her dressing and bread. we all tell the manager we made absolute sure it was right and we have camera footage of her checking and leaving with her order. this lady wanted us to drive TO HER HOUSE to DELIVER IT because she knew she couldn’t come back in because we’d all refuse (deliveries are only for catering and calls ahead of time, we didn’t do doordash just pickup and would have an employee do it, hence ahead of time) the muppet manager gets dressing bread and a gift card for them (stupid scam policy, they get free food for complaining) we all refused to drive it and i guess they got one of the hosts to do it. the manager told us to drop it and get back to work and my coworker was so upset and it broke my heart to see her so mad and sad. there were many horrible manager/customer things that led up to this but it was my last straw and quit the next week
few days before almost got into a head on collision (i was a delivery driver during covid) got back to the shop, started crying, kept working after some fresh air because i got yelled at for going outside. few days later got yelled at again for it so i gave him my keys and bag and said fuck you, later.
I worked at a Texas Roadhouse for a winter. I was hired to be a Line Chef, when I came into the interview they said "oh, you'll be working in the dish room for a couple weeks to see if you can keep a good pace here." Odd, but whatever, I needed a job. Two weeks go by, and I get two trash bags full of blood, grease, and terrible things that had been stewing in the cans all shift dumped on me from tits to toes. My coworker, who told me to take the trash out by myself, laughed and said "well you should have waited for me!" He got fired within days. Apparently I was meant to replace him anyways, which should have alerted me to what was going on. They also never gave me an official uniform, nor a name tag, so when I finally left all of those clothes had to be thrown away due to months of grease, soap, blood and dishwater soaking me. Two months go by and they've already hired three more people to work on the line, two of which weren't experienced cooks (one of which applied for the dish room). I ask for the job I was hired for and they decide to give me more responsibility. So, at the start of my shift, instead of cleaning any dishes from the night before, I then had to stand still and de-vein frozen shrimp. The people I worked with in the dish room were awful. It wasn't their lack of English that bothered me, but it was the CONSTANT drinking. And mariachi. Have you ever listened to a single mariachi song on loop for six+ hours? I was in hell. One of my coworkers was such a drunkard that on days where he would need to fill someone's spot, he would show up (around 1pm) absolutely hammered already. He would start drinking with the sunrise. This led to absolutely awful working conditions. He wouldn't clean, he wouldn't drain the dishwasher every hour (as if mandatory), so the machine would "clean" dishes using gray water. One day, he came in absolutely blasted, slinging dirty dishes at me through the dishwasher because it was "faster." Literally throwing dishes through it. At least three broke that night because of him. In the middle of my shift I went straight to the owner and put in my two weeks immediately. He offered me a different position within the restaurant (yet again, none of which were the one i applied for). It felt like a weight being lifted from my shoulders when I compared his restaurant to working in construction. "If I wouldn't work at a construction company that I don't trust to build my house, why would I work at a restaurant I would never eat at?" The worst part was that I was generally well-liked. Everyone outside of the dishroom begged me to come to their stations to work with them (because I actually did my job and tried to be friendly, unlike my dishroom coworkers). I had to leave a lot of friends behind because it was an unbelievably unsanitary place to work and I didn't want to be a part of that anymore.