30 Truths - Day 8 - Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.

I worked almost all through high school, after school, on weekends.  I didn't mind.  I had a boyfriend that lived in a different town and calling him was long distance.  I needed a job to pay the phone bill...and buy shoes.

I started working at this fast food restaurant somewhere in my Junior year.  I had a small idea of what I was getting into as one of my older sisters and my brother also worked there.  What I didn't know was one of the managers would hate me based simply on my sister being my sister.  This girl had started working there as a teenager with my sister and was EXTREMELY jealous of the relationship my sister had with the family who owned this restaurant. It didn't matter that my sister was now dead. My brother worked there for a short time, and this woman deemed him "a quitter that couldn't take it".  Yeah.  It was like that.

She talked about me behind my back to the other employees, most of which I went to school with.  I remember one year, we did secret Santa for our Christmas party, not only did she tell the girl I had picked that I had her name, she told her what I'd bought her as well.  Shame on me for trusting her enough to share. She would change my schedule after the owner had written it to better accommodate her minions - generally this made it so I didn't work with her but, made my weekends a little tough.

I am allergic to that really cheap, pink dish-soap and we often ran out of the restaurant soap so they'd go over to the grocery store and buy that cheap pink crap.  If I use it, my hand and arms break out in an itchy red rash, my skin scales - it's gross.  On my shifts, she'd hide our regular dish-soap and put out that pink crap just for me.  I overheard her one evening telling one of the girls not to wash glasses in that soap, and watched as she took her to the office and gave her a cup of the other soap. What a gal!

One weekend morning, I was working with her in the kitchen, I rarely worked out front, this old woman came in.  She ordered her lunch and was sitting at a table eating it.  I was back in the kitchen, the counter girl (another one of her minions) was working out front and this old woman screams "I'm messing!" and runs for the bathroom.  Come to find out, this woman had shit herself at the table. Shit on the chair.  Shit on the floor.  A trail of yellow water shit on the floor all the way to the bathroom.  And of course, all over the bathroom.

Normally, front of house people are responsible for the front of house.  I was back of house.  BUT, since I was not one of her chosen ones, guess who got to clean up the mess?  Yep, lucky me.  She wouldn't give me any rubber gloves.  Nor would she allow me to leave the store and go purchase any.  As ignorant as she was, she didn't give me anything antibacterial or disinfecting to clean this shit up with either.  I mopped up the mess with hot water, took the chair out and sprayed it with the hose while she and her minions took turns watching from the door laughing at me.

I washed my hands and arms as best I could, using the hottest water I could stand and went back to work.  I went home that night and told my mom what had happened.  She made me scrub again from head to toe.  I wouldn't let her call the owners.  It would have only made the situation worse.  I quit there one week after graduation and never looked back.

I've also learned how to stand up for myself and never allow myself to be treated that way again!