TLDR I barely worked at a place but I still want to get paid by them bc they haven't done so yet even after a month and my sister feels like we shouldn't bother but I feel that they don't deserve my time for free especially after the way they treat their employees.
So my twin sister and I ( f 17) got a job at an ice cream shop about a month ago, we only worked two days and for 3 hours on both days, for me it was my very first job while my sister has another one which I now also work at.
The owners of the place are an old couple, the man mainly being the problem, he had an extreme attitude problem which has apparently not drove only me away but others who attempted to work there after me and customers.
My first day there was fine, the second day however they expected us to be working just as well as the girl who has been there a year, I should mention she's basically the only employee who works in the morning because they're desperate for employees (wow I wonder why) so we weren't trained very well having only worked 3 hours the day before.
About an hour in there were maybe 3 customers, my sister was grabbing a hard ice cream for a customer and I came to ask her if she needed me to grab anything to help her, the old man then yelled at us “There are customers out the door and you're just standing around chit chatting” so that upset me a bit, I have pretty bad anxiety and even that small thing really upsets me I hate it, so I went to a window to help a customer and they told me the employee training us had already taken his order, that annoyed me lol, why yell at me when the customer was helped already then.
I won't bother you with every little thing that happened though, I'll just say the other most bothersome thing, the man complained we were taking too long when did try to make some soft ice creams because it is a weird thing I've never seen, it's not your standard soft serve machine but you add flavor to vanilla soft serve and mix it with a machine.
The thing that made us walk out was it was 3 in the afternoon, we were meant to stay until 6, the man asked me to fill up some condiment bottles, he said I would find everything I need in the freezer (they had like 4 freezers you have to tell me which one) I looked in a big one for a while and was beginning to panic when I couldn't find anything, but the man came over and finally showed me it was a cabinet beneath a counter and said to refill the bottles (after this I felt like he thought I was dumb for sure)
There were about 4 bottles I believe and not all of them were labeled, he had quickly named all the condiments so I did my best to remember which was what, but after filling the first bottle I couldn't figure out what some of them were, I saw a red bottle and it looked just like a ketchup bottle and the only red jug in the cabinet for refills was ketchup, and I didn't see a label on the bottle so I started filling it when halfway through I hear yelling “No no no! That's not ketchup” the old man came over to me and got in my face he turned the bottle and there was a small label that said it was some sauce I haven't heard of, now I do believe yeah it was kinda dumb of me to not turn the bottle and read to make sure it was ketchup but everything lead me to believe it really was ketchup.
But I feel what he yelled next really wasn't right, he was in my face still and yelled “do you read?” This really shocked me, I was and still an very hurt by it (I know I'm really sensitive) I couldn't really think of what to say, am I could think was “did I really do that” so all I could muster was a quiet “sorry” while I stared down at the floor, he continued “now this is ruined” and stormed away, I didn't want to touch the refills after that and went to the sink to clean the funnel I was using, my sister came to me a moment later to ask if I was ok, but by now I had a tear running down my face, with an extremely broken voice I whispered to her that I wanted to leave, she was so angry at how he spoke to me her voice was shaky when she told me we would leave and wouldn't be coming back.
So I carefully watched the man, he was standing by the exit so as soon as her walked away I told my sister and asked if we could leave then, but she was in the middle of getting a customers order and when she was done he was back by the door, by now i wax full on having a panic attack, so when he left the door I ran for it, I left and walked to the gas station next to the stand, I did immediately feel regret for leaving my sister but after a while of waiting she came out.
So we only worked two days and it was six hours in total and the pay was $10 per hour so it's not too bad, problem is they have yet to pay us, the old woman called and asked for an address and said it would get to us in a week, yet it's not here after a month, we live 5 minutes from the stand, we have a friend how a year ago worked with them and quit for similar reasons after 3 days and also never got paid so clearly something is going on. I want to get that paycheck, I don't care that we barely were there for any time, I feel they shouldn't be taking my time and work for free, my sister however doesn't care at all, it bothers me terribly, so I'm wondering if the money is something I really should care about or not, I just really feel the owners don't deserve to get away with treating employees like crap and then not paying them. My mother offered to bring me to the shop to ask and I just about had a panic attack at the thought of having to see the man again though but I seriously want my paycheck.
I just would like outside opinions on the situation, I'm so sorry how long this story is I just really wanted to talk about it and hopefully hear some opinions.