I'm not sure what made me quit.
It might have been the guy who threw his hash browns at me and told me to "Go to hell."
Do you want to know why this pleasant person did this?
Because his hash browns weren't hot enough.
Yeah.
So I turned to my manager, said very calmly, "I'm sorry, but I can't deal with these kind of people anymore, I'm going to have to quit."
She nodded and said. "I don't blame you. Go home and take care of yourself."
I walked out the door and don't plan to go into another McDonald's ever again. I got in the car and started crying, realizing that I had quit, drove to Wal*Mart and found daddy. I cried when I saw him, and told him what had happened. I was scared that he would be mad for me quitting, and not sticking it out, but he said that I was a person and not a doormat.
That made me feel a little better, it really did. I just couldn't take those kind of people anymore.
I feel liberated.
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