Do Anything for Manager - 1

Yesterday I thought I was done. Completely fed up. At the end of my rope. For the fourth time this week, a customer was cussing me out because our ice cream machines were broken. As I listened to the unhinged woman screaming at me through my headset, I was literally biting my tongue … minimum wage isn’t worth this bullshit.

For days I’d been rehearsing what I would say to the next Karen who dared to yell at me about the machines that I had no control over: “Ma’am, would you please go McFuck yourself.”

My manager Brittany already knew I was getting close to just walking off the job, and she was worried. I was her most dependable employee, and if we’re being honest, the one person on the team to who she was remotely close.

We sometimes stick around after closing to recap the craziness of the work day or secretly complain to one another about our slacker co-workers. We laugh a lot too … she’s really cute and funny when she’s not dealing with a crazy customer, which is unfortunately only