So, during graveyard i have to basically grind my fucking soul of all happiness and I don't get any say so. My manager is telling me that to come to her if i have any questions, well, doing just that is a fucking Death sentence. One of our coolers went down. And so we had all of the stuff in totes in the cooler. She expects me to use the sandwiches in the totes, instead of the sandwiches that are prepped and ready for use. She also left me to the fucking wolves and didn't help me with customers, while i was labeling and prepping over 150 sandwiches! Then she's getting after me for being always 10 minutes late, despite the fact she's always an hour late!!! Then, as i was getting ready to leave, i can hear her badmouthing me under her breath. The worst part is that im scheduled 3-9 Today. AFTER THAT GRAVEYARD SHIFT THE PREVIOUS FUCKING NIGHT. Im going to quit and go somewhere else.