Guard, working at a local bar. It’s Sunday, it’s cold, it’s raining. Outdoor bar is closed. Indoor bar is dead. There’s a total of 14 customers. This believe it or not, is the hardest kind of day for a guard to work… because it’s like watching paint dry. So I sit, watch a few moments of the giants game. This isn’t unusual, most everyone in the restaurant/bar is doing something similar and it’s also not uncommon for me to watch one of the games for a few minutes between my rounds. Before some of you might get harsh with me; I DO my job, and I do it well. My phone isn’t out, I am still scanning the room. I am still paying attention; there’s never been a problem before.But today, the “ executive “ head chef had something to say. He unloaded on me for daring to sit down. Before I knew it, I was being unloaded on by another more junior manager. Being threatened to be fired over and over. So finally he said “ everyone here is expendable.” And something in me kind of broke. I quit on the spot. No idea how I’ll keep things running without this second job. But I needed to preserve some semblance of my dignity.