Clavicus Vile
I sold your soul for a daedric fleshlight
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- Jan 14, 2024
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The last job I worked, my ass didn’t even get into it on my own, I had help. And all I did was drag the whole team down because I moved so slow. And the only thing I was good at was washing the dishes.
I can’t handle a high stress environment like that, I was told on my application that I would be washing dishes and prepping food, I had no idea that I was gonna be up at the cashier serving customers as well, that’s when it all fell apart.
The Stacie’s and Beckie’s were nice to me at first when I was just washing the dishes, one even shared candy with me on break, all of my co workers were older than me though so this doesn’t make me a fakecel, she probably just saw me as a stupid inexperienced kid that she had pity for, I’m 19 almost 20. They were all 23+ and one had a kid. Sometimes women are nice to you but it doesn’t mean you aren’t subhuman.
All the Stacies and Beckies started getting upset with me though and being bitchy because I was slow, kept making mistakes and didn’t know what I was doing. It became unbearable, felt like I was only humiliating myself, I’ll be poorer than Africa before I make myself an instrument of pathetic embarrassments, I quit and never came back. I will never work in a restaurant again.
I can’t handle a high stress environment like that, I was told on my application that I would be washing dishes and prepping food, I had no idea that I was gonna be up at the cashier serving customers as well, that’s when it all fell apart.
The Stacie’s and Beckie’s were nice to me at first when I was just washing the dishes, one even shared candy with me on break, all of my co workers were older than me though so this doesn’t make me a fakecel, she probably just saw me as a stupid inexperienced kid that she had pity for, I’m 19 almost 20. They were all 23+ and one had a kid. Sometimes women are nice to you but it doesn’t mean you aren’t subhuman.
All the Stacies and Beckies started getting upset with me though and being bitchy because I was slow, kept making mistakes and didn’t know what I was doing. It became unbearable, felt like I was only humiliating myself, I’ll be poorer than Africa before I make myself an instrument of pathetic embarrassments, I quit and never came back. I will never work in a restaurant again.