*Washing hands motion*
About 50 minutes left. I guess I can just stay for an extra 10 minutes, after all he’s made me stay overtime a lot recently. You could say that I deserve it then. I missed a part of my daughter’s graduation because of it too. And my wife’s anniversary. Yeah, I don’t think he’s ever treated me fairly at all. Thinking back on it, my wife’s being a struggle too. I need to say something to her. And I also need to say something to my boss. It’s time to stop acting like a pushover. I can’t keep letting him treat me like this.
*Walks out of bathroom and into seat.”
I will tell him. I will give him a piece of my mind. I will do it. Eventually. But what about my job? Should I just talk to H.R. about it? Well, Mr. Bossman is her boss too… No, I will do it, and even if I get fired, I’ll get my creepy uncle to hook me up with a pharmaceutical job. In the case he doesn’t fire me, I guess he won’t see me as a bitch anymore. *3 second pause*
Order number 79? Hey, that’s me.
*Walk over to stand and collects consumables.*
This feels a bit lighter than I expected. Huh. No pickles? No cheese? NO PICKLES?! NO CHEESE?! Where is the manager? I want to speak to your manager. Where’s my drink? Don’t tell me you forgot my drink! How am I supposed to eat this pizza without my drink?! This service is sickening! I am sick and tired. I am sick and tired of being treated like trash, like I’m some shitty burger found in the back of a McDonald’s, no offense. I demand to speak to the manager. You are the manager? Then manage things! I waited a whole twenty minutes for my food, and you only bring ⅓ of it. That ⅓ wasn’t even complete? Is everybody deaf, can they hear me? Do I have to scream? REEEEEEE! You know what? I don’t need this right now. I deserve better. I deserve a refund at least. Yeah, I want a refund, at this instance! Yeah, you take those bills out. I’ll be taking that.
*Walks out of store*
Now it’s time to go talk to Mr. Bossmanson.
*Walks signifying leaving establishment*
Ummm.. Mr. Bossdudeguy, I-I-I think we need to have a little t-talk. No I don’t want to do more overtime. It’s about the way you’ve been treating me. *Pause* As in matter of fact, I do have something to say about it. I want a raise. I want a change of hours. I need a little respect. That was all I ever wanted. No, that was all I ever needed. I want all of that or I quit! *Pause* Yes, I have the statistics for the quarterly revenue stream. It is on your desk, I finished it a few days ago. *Pause* What’s that? I’m fired? *Distressed voice*