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Tonight was... bad. Third double shift in five days and I almost quit on my way out the door. Only the fact that I like the manager on duty tonight kept me from doing it. Tomorrow I will go and talk to the store manager and give him one chance to talk me out of quitting. The manager lied to me to get me there earlier, the fountain supervisor spent all night talking about how other people don't help him, then left me with six tickets in the window and a line out the door at carryout. Aubrey decided that screwing me over was fine if it meant she went home five minutes earlier so she walked off with my mop and scrubbers, meaning I had to sit and wait almost half an hour till I could get another one that no one was using. And don't get me started on the bitch and her goddamn banana split.

Right now, I never want to set foot in that restaurant again. I was in tears the entire way home, I was so angry.

I work one shift tomorrow, then I have Sunday off, and I think I'm working another double on Monday. I don't want to do it, but I need the money. I hate having to go somewhere that only makes me upset and frustrated because I'll be screwed if I don't. I love my full time job. I wish it paid just a little bit better.

So tempted to quit. But not until I get another part time job first.

*goes to have ice cream and alcohol*