You guys have inspired me to write this story. It happened a long time ago, and it was a franchise so I don’t blame the corporation for this.
I took a job there in high school and worked usually 4 hours a night. This location was in a local mall, and back then malls were alive so there was always a pretty good line of 5-10 people waiting every time I worked.
One Saturday I picked up an extra shift that was 8 hours or a normal day. It was extremely busy the whole time, nobody could slow down. I was a smoker back then and was overdue for a break (it had been about 4 hours) and I asked the owner if I could run out for five minutes. He pretty much called me a moron. Told me to look at how long the line still was, no breaks allowed etc. I was pissed but I just kept working to not make waves.
Six hours in and I’m dying. I ask him again if I can take a break and he screams in my face
“NO, and don’t ask again until I tell you you can!”
I went in the back room, grabbed my stuff and came back out. I stepped out of the kiosk, balled up my apron and threw it at him in front of a 10 person deep line and told him “Fuck this sweatshop.”
I’ll never forget the look on that goofy bastards face. He never ended up giving me my last paycheck but it was worth it.