It’s been two years since that horrible restaurant experience. I quit after two months, because my boss acted like a fat man in a two year old suit. He threw temper tantrums (while also throwing objects at me), and would try to make his employees do something wrong just so that he could yell at us. Whatever, my dignity is not for sale… no matter how much he pays, and how poor I am now.
I now work at a substance abuse residential rehab facility for women which can be challenging, but I find much more satisfaction in my life because of it. It changes on a day to day basis. I have heard and seen enough drama to last me three lifetimes, but going on my second year it seems like a blessing. I’ve learned so much from some of these women that now I look at my life and see how many things I have to be greatful for instead of what I’m missing.
