Story Time

EP. 2

OCT. 19th

So, I quit my job. I quit at the coffee shop and I have an entire story/rant about why, along with other horror stories that I’ll share eventually, I’m sure. Anyway, to ease into it, my ex-boss is a rude and condescending micro-manager, like there’s no tomorrow.

Small example; where I worked, at a shop local to where I live, our cups were plain plastic cups, with no lines or measuring points like you see on Starbucks or Dunkin cups. There were no exact measurements when we made drinks, just a general idea and this ever so careful method we called “eye-balling”.

Even though there were no “just right” measurements, my boss? An absolute batshit crazy woman. And she would follow behind you (even after spending 2 weeks training you herself) and she would take a stirrer and take out 3 ice cubes… or add 3 ice cubes… or pour a literal splash of milk extra… or pour it out… she nitpicked over ANYTHING.

On this particular faithful day, 2 weeks ago, she decided to say just the right thing at the wrong time because, let me tell you, I was not having it. I was on food, in our shitty little half kitchen, there had been a long breakfast rush when she stopped in, and she snapped at me about a fucking bagel being frozen.

I needed it for a breakfast sandwich, so I pulled out my backup bag from the FRIDGE, and it was still frozen. No biggie, I simply went to defrost it in the microwave, and she was like, “What are you doing?”

I explained that it was frozen and she proceeded, in the bitchiest tone ever, “That's why you need to pay attention to what's back there.” Now, is when it gets good.

ALL I simply said was, that was from the bag I had back there.

THIS WOMAN says, “Drop the attitude”, to which I could only laugh and say okay before awkwardly going about my business. Because who are you, my mother? Like... sorry, no.

Then she PROCEEDED to follow me to the back and continued to go at it with me saying, “If you don't watch the sass, you're gonna go home.”

So, seething at this point, because it's oh such a pleasure to be here, such a privilege

(HEAVY on the sarcasm there), I had to bite my tongue and reply with a deceptively cool tone, “Oh, I had no attitude simply telling you that those bagels came from this fridge, thank you though.”

And she didn't say anything back to me, of course. Keep in mind, I am being perfectly polite throughout this whole altercation.

She went out and talked to people and was on her phone, whatever. I’m just in the back, seeping in my anger, and eventually, I'm like, you know what, I'm done.

During a slow down, I went out to her table, sat down, and said “Look, I need to put in my two weeks.”

She puts down her phone all like, “Oh, okay, why?”

And I was trying to bite my tongue, remain composed, and be the bigger person, so I just said I needed better money/hours.

She tried to say, “Well if you would give me more hours you could get more hours.”

And I was like, “No, I'm done.”

So, she backed down and was all like, word for word, I kid you not; “Well, okay, great, perfect, okay works great for me. Bye.”

And she picked her phone back up and ignored me the rest of the day.

Didn’t schedule me AT ALL on my last week, to finish out the pay period (because she’s small and petty like that). But, I felt much better when, during that last week and the next, I saw her car there, every morning, covering my “would-be” shifts.

I now, have a better gig, only working 5 extra hours, making double, AND not getting verbally and emotionally abused for it. So. Win for me. L for the devil woman. And the moral of the story is take no shit from someone who’s so desperate and yet unappreciative of your help.

At least not for $11 an hour and double-taxed tips. I mean. C'mon, you deserve better.<3