After I had waitresses treat me like a doormat again, and after I skinned my knuckle on Tuesday, I actually did still have a sliver of hope left for the restaurant I work at. But after tonight, I'm 100% done with this place. The person who was supposed to dish tonight decided they were too sick to work, and when I said no, my stepdad came down on me. Said I was a lazy, good for nothing mooch who does nothing but ask favors from others, and never return them myself.

Anyone who even for a few minutes worked with me knows that I'll do practically anything you ask. Today was different, in that Tuesday had very much dampened my motivation to stick my neck out for people.

So, now that a somewhat disinterested, uncaring environment has turned into a thankless, self-indulgent one, I've decided that I don't have even one ounce of respect left for the place. Time to move on to better things. =/