Not sure if this is the right place but just wanted to share a past story.
One of my first jobs was working as a dishwasher for Chili's at one of their locations on Oahu, Hawaii. It was a shitty job, you pretty much ended every night soggy and pruny, covered with grease and for little pay. You were typically one of the last out the door, having finished the dishes and some closing cleaning duties.
The arrangement was there would be two dishwashers in the “dish pit”. One guy who sprayed down the dishes and passed it down to the next guy who loaded the dishwasher and put out the clean ones. With two people it goes pretty smoothly but I was paired up with a flaky stoner kid who started no showing on busy nights. This left me to do all the dishwashing and clean up duties myself which worked me like a dog but I got it done.
So did management figure they'd hire a new guy to help me out? Nope, they decided, “R can do the whole thing alone, let's just have him do it by himself!”. So a second dishwasher dissapeared from the schedule on my shifts.
So one Friday night comes along and the place is packed. This is in a town without many options on a Friday night and Chili's is a hotspot. I'm getting slammed doing the dishes, soaking wet, greasy, pruny fingers, a coat of various sauces on my apron.
Suddenly, this blonde lady in a black pantsuit comes to the entrance of the dish pit, staring at me. “I don't like the way you're doing that, wash each of those ramekins individually”, she says, gesturing towards a bucket I had soaking a fuck ton of ramekins to loosen the flavored grease spackle that is blooming onion sauce. (I'd pre-soak them so I could dump them into a dish tray and blast them all clean with the goose neck sprayer much more easily before feeding them into the dish washer).
“Look lady, you see how slammed I am, and they scheduled me alone on a Friday night”, I replied. Meanwhile I'm a flurry of activity trying to keep up with the endless onslaught of dishes, spraying down, feeding the washer and putting out the clean dishes. Even a moment of not keeping up with the flow would cause a pile up so its a strange time to flex a karen powertrip.
“Do you know who I am?”, she asked me smugly, “I own all the Chili's and Burger Kings on the island!”.
At that, I stopped what I was doing, took off my apron and tossed it to her, “ok, you do the dishes then”, and walked out.
I felt bad for the cooks who had to pick up the slack and stay late to clean up but the shocked Pikachu face on that arrogant Karen's face was worth it. I just hope they learned not to work one person to death just because that person is able to, just to save a few bucks.