i just got off my final 11 hour shift (which followed a 13 the day before, open to close, no breaks) and i broke into tears of fury upon entering my car.
i worked at a local arcade running go kart races and bumper cars. don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t hard work; it was the conditions. 13 hours in the brutal florida summer heat & humidity, upon arriving for these dreadful weekend shifts, i immediately drench my uniform with sweat as i fuel the go karts & check tire pressure in this partially enclosed track. throughout the day, i get customers covering the entire spectrum of stupidity, disrespect, if i am lucky, i will get one or two customers thanking me at the end of their time.
i can, and have dealt with all of these conditions just fine. there’s one entity that i cannot think about without my gut clenching. the fucking owner. let’s call him T. i get scheduled for these 24 hour work weekends EVERY weekend. I have asked many many times to not work that many hours in one day and expressed how i felt, cordially, without any results. he makes me feel worthless. he started the new hires at the rate i’m making now(i have been promoted and received 2 raises over the year i have worked there) and get this, i helped a new hire get promoted to my position so there will be more people to run go karts, he now makes more money for doing literally the exact same job as me.
I have put up with this all and have bottled up the anger and resentment i feel towards T. Until tonight, over the most minor fucking thing. Literally taking a piece of paper and writing a ridiculously fake incident that happened for my own and coworkers amusement. We had our laughs and threw it away. Thought nothing more of it. He comes back to the track and tells me it’s my final straw, he’s done with my shit, and to grow up. And has the audacity to tell me i’m “wasting company resources.” like, oh no, a 3 year old piece of paper and some ink out of the pen i used were thrown away. fucking sue me. i did not react then, other than running to the bathroom and crying. When i got to my car after clocking out today i had a revelation. I. DONT. NEED. THIS. SHIT.
i have made the decision to cease contact with and never associate myself with this miserable, godless, putrid wasteland of idiocy, stress and the sadistic fuck who has had it out for me.
I am free.
thank you for reading if you did, just really needed to get this out there