I was working at a wing restaurant where they are the opposite of calm.
I come in one morning to do the prep before opening. As soon as I arrive I tell my manager that I am starting a new 2nd job today and that I would need to leave by X time. This time would have put me at 1st or 2nd cut since I was one of the first to arrive.
Opening goes fine, lunch rush was without issues, and it’s coming up on shift changes. 1st cut, not me. 2nd cut, not me again. I remind my manager of our conversation that morning and she cops an attitude. I don’t retort and go back to my duties.
It’s now the time I have to leave in order to make it home, change, and haul ass to my new job. I tell Cheryl that it’s X time and that I need to leave. She tells me no and that I need to wait. I’ve had enough so I say “Fine, then I don’t work here anymore.” Clocked out and left. Cue shocked pikachu face.
The new job was for a brand new restaurant that was opening. I ended up working there for 5 years and made so much more money. We had a regular that came in who looked like Bob Barker and threw money around like he was him. Tipped no less than $150 on a $70 check. I was lucky to have served him and his wife at least 7 times. I miss the chocolate cake with warm whiskey butter sauce.