Last night at work was a night not unlike any other. I worked with Simon and Kevin, and as usual, Simon made fun of me, I helped customers, Kevin did nothing about it. Then, about halfway through the evening I was in the back filling up the sprinkles and Simon gets the great idea of taking an empty carton of milk and throwing it at me. For anyone who cares, it was a gallon, and it was the plastic container, not an innocent cardboard one. So, as I was standing there trying to do my fucking job, I feel this object being thrown against my back. It really scared the shit out of me and I stopped right away and turned around only to see Simon's hideous jeering face.

I hate this job so much. For the past six months I have contemplated quitting but I always just brushed it aside because I knew I needed the money. But there are some things that no one should have to put up with and I consider this one of them.

As soon as he threw the carton at me I stopped what I was doing and tried to take a deep, collective breath. There were several customers in the store and I was not going to make a scene. But I was just so, so angry. This event was the last that I was going to put up with at this hellhole of a workplace. And what's more, Kevin saw what happened and didn't even say anything. Aren't you supposed to be my fucking manager, you asshole? I was honestly trying not to explode, but then I figured, I can't deal with it anymore. So I said, "What the fuck is your problem, Simon? Seriously." Kevin heard this and of course NOW he told Simon to apoligize to me because he knew where this was going. But I didn't care. So then I said, "I'm sick of your fucking bullshit, Simon, I really am and I'm not gonna put up with it." My voice was getting a little bit louder and Kevin's concern for his precious customers was also rising. He came over to me and told me to calm down. I told Simon that if he can't treat me like a fucking human being then he should just not talk to me at all. I forget what else I said, but I know Kevin put his hand on my shoulder and told me to make a scene later when there were no customers. Him and his fucking customers. I told him I was so sick of this job and that I just couldn't deal with it anymore. So, in his smartass way of doing things, he told me that if I didn't want to work then I should just tell him and he would take me off the schedule. He knew I would never do it. To this I did not reply, and I went back to my work. I needed the money. But that was the only reason I was here. I absolutely loathe this job. I always get pissed off because of it, and I have to deal with apes like Simon throwing things at me and asshole Kevin blatantly ignoring it because his fucking customers mean more to him than the wellbeing of his employees. I was loyal to this place, I've been there for a fucking year and a half, and no one here respects me enough to treat me like a fucking human being? People here think they can do whatever they want to me because I'll just be at work the next day anyway. Kevin knew I wouldn't quit because I had said I wanted to so many times before and never had, so he can just say whatever the fuck he likes to me and I'll sit there and take it. A thought was pulsing wildly through my head. Do it, Amanda. Do it do it do it. Do it. DO IT. It was at that moment that I turned around and walked calmly over to him. "This is my two weeks notice, ok?" I was nice about it. I didn't curse or anything. He was surprised too, because he answered me in that shocked, polite tone you get when you don't know what to make of what you just heard. He just said alright, and then I asked if this means I work the next two weeks and he said yes, and he also told me that I better show up. I told him not to worry.

The second I did it I was instantly at peace with myself. The only reason I never quit before was because I was in a comfort zone and was happy with the money I was making, but the last time I checked Dairy Queen was not the only business on the face of the earth and fuck it, I can just get a new job. There are only so many things a person can take before they just have enough. Things have been going down hill ever since Kevin took over. He says he's been doing Dairy Queen his whole life, well he's a fucking liar because he can't manage shit. He lets Simon get away with ANYTHING- including the time where Simon came in with a hangover and feel alseep on the stock room floor and Kevin had to kick him to wake him up, and he didn't even yell at him or anything, he just let him go home early. Simon has always been an asshole to me. He always tells me I am ugly even when I try not looking or talking to him. He'll pull my hair and tell me I have nappy hair, make fun of my friends, call me a troll, and this was not the first time he threw something at me either. And the thing is, nothing is ever done about it, because I am just an insignificant little shit and who cares what I think or how I feel as long as I fucking give back the correct change. The only thing Kevin cares about is making money and he is willing to overlook the wellbeing of his employees to make sure he is rich. I bet he would let gorillas work there if it was legal. I hope that place fucking burns.

If I had not done anything about this no one else would have. Kevin was right-if I'm going to complain about it so much then why not just quit? After I said I was quitting the two were nice to me for the rest of the night and Simon made futile attempts to apologize to me, including telling me he loves me and asking if I wanted to hang out. Fuck you, asshole. You think I am an ugly piece of shit and you couldn't care less if I died, so don't try and be all nice to me now. And Christina. Fuck you, bitch. I'm so glad I'll never have to look at your bitchy little face again and hear your irritating voice and have people come up to me and ask me about how I tried to snatch your boyfriend. You're a skanky little whore and I hope you get chlamydia. And your boyfriend can fuck himself too.

I don't deserve to be treated the way I was there, especially since I worked there for so long and stuck in there when everyone else was quitting. I put in so much time for that place, and all I get is things thrown at me and no respect at all. It was to the point where no one even considered me as a person, it was just assumed I would be there until I left for college. Well fuck you. Because of me, there is now only one girl that works there. Two of the people working now, who are managers, are college students and will be going back to school. So Kevin, I hope you're fucking happy, because now you're understaffed. When I think of all the things I will no longer have to do it makes me feel so liberated. I am so unbelievably proud of myself for finally standing up for the things I should have received anyway. Linda just taught me how to make cakes in the hopes that in the spring I would be able to do it. Oh well. I won't have to wear that stupid uniform, deal with assholes and sticky children, make ice cream, clean, work late hours, always wonder what Simon will do next. I'm done. I'm so fucking done with that place. I can't wait for the next two weeks because I'm going to tell people what I really think of them. I am waiting for Christina to come in because Im just gonna tell her what a fucking huge bitch I think she is and that she should get the cock out of her ass. And if Kou comes in I'll tell him the same thing because he is an unapprective bastard. To Simon I will say nothing because he thinks that he made me quit, and he probably feels guilty because not to be full of myself, but I'm important to that place and now there's one less employee to reel in the money.

I haven't been this happy since I don't know when. It feels like a huge load of shit has been lifted off my chest. I'm so glad I got out of there because that place will only get worse. No amount of money is worth it to me. I shouldn't have to compromise my rights as a fucking human so I can earn money. I hope Kevin learns that so he can learn how to treat people instead of being the selfish pigheaded person that he is.

Fuck you, Dairy Queen.


WOO! I'M DONE!