Enough is enough!" the customer shouts, his face red with frustration. I hated this job; not only was it the worst, but we had difficult people coming in every day with an attitude, in a perpetual state of dissatisfaction.
"I'm sorry, sir," I responded, trying my best to maintain my cool.
"Do your fucking job!" he roared.
The whole café fell silent, every eye on us. I wished for the floor to open up beneath me, to swallow me whole and deliver me from this nightmare. But he continued his tirade, stirring up a storm of anger within me that was increasingly difficult to contain. His shouting was so disruptive that my manager had to intervene, attempting to placate the irate man.
That's when I snapped.
"I quit!" I shouted, the pent-up frustration in my voice echoing throughout the café.
My manager looked at me, shocked . He was at a loss for words, aware of how I'd been dealing with these constant, unreasonable outbursts from our fucking customers.
"I've had it with all of your bullshit !" I said, addressing the entire café. "If you're not in a good mood, then don't fuckin come here. Stay home. Don't take out your personal frustrations on us. Remember, we're here to serve you, not to be your emotional frickin punching bags."
And with that, I made my exit. Sticking my middle finger up,
i have had it with men and woman's bullshit day in day out
fuck that shit cafe
YOU ARE READING
Tyler
RomanceWhat happens when you accidentally involve yourself in some mess up shit and can't get out, well only I will know because that fucking happen to me
