MOTP: Minimum Wage

*13+! Based off true events! Any names said are not the real people. TW: Cursing. Yelling. Crying. Robbery. Threats of harm to Teenager. Guns.*

So unless you're some bigshot CEO that makes millions, a lurcher living off daddy's money, or someone who just got lucky, you've probably had a minimum wage job at some point in your life right? I think you could agree with me that they suck.

The place I worked at was a absolute shithole! My Boss was such a scumbag for someone running a pizzeria! (I should've quit from there sooner)

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Memory One: Leftovers

Anyplace, be it a high-end restaurant or a fast food joint, if you have food left over you would just toss it out, am I right? Well that was the same where I worked, if we had any leftover pizza (which was mainly boxed pizza) we were supposed to toss it in the dumpster. I didn't have a problem with this since the town I lived in had some homeless people living around, I'm sure that they sometimes went in the dumpster behind the place, so because of this I would make sure to put it besides the dumpster instead for easier access.

My asshole of a Boss had a different opinion on the matter...

 It was a weekday, maybe Wednesday, when it happened. I was working the closing shift with my buddy Freddie, we were cleaning the place while we chatted about the High Schools we went to, I went to one in my neighborhood while Freddie went to one across town. As we were putting the cleaning supplies back in the closet, our Boss came from his office in the back.

"You boy's haven't tossed the leftover pizza out yet have you?" He asked us, he had a stern look on his face. (but then again he always had a resting bitch face.)

Freddie had shook his head, "Nah, we're 'bout to" I nodded along to what Freddie had said.

"Good, now before you boy's toss it, grab the bleach from the top shelf in the closet and pour it onto the leftover pizzas." As he spoke he made hand gestures to what we should do.

Me and Freddie were fucking jaw dropped at what he wanted us to do, a light behind us flickered as we both try to process what he just said. 

"Pour fucking bleach on the pizzas?!" I had yelled as I stared at him all bug-eyed. From how calm he sounded saying it would've thought he lost all his sanity.

"The hell you want us to do that for!?" Freddie yelled at him as he ran a hand through his hair.

Boss made a sound like he was annoyed by what we had said, "So those damned rats out there don't eat it!" He pointed at the front door as he spoke, "And you boys watch your damn mouth," he poked harshly as Freddie and I's chest,  "Ever speak to me like that again, and I'll have you both screaming apologies at me instead!"

A chill went down my spine at what he said, at his words I became tight-lipped and pale as a ghost on Halloween, I just grabbed Freddie by his arm and went in the supplies closet so we could get the bleach..

After that incident I would toss the leftover pizzas first, but I would pour the bleach on the floor instead of the pizza so it wouldn't look suspicious when I mopped the floor..

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Memory Two: [ R_E_D_A_C_T_E_D ]

At this point I've been working at this place for three years. (I'm not proud of that fact.) Everyday was it's own wild adventure, from dealing with annoying customers to bratty kids.. While I could always count on everyday having something new and different for me to deal with, I learned that there was always one day I could count on to be that same.. October 31st, Halloween Night.

I was working the night shift, Freddie had plans so he clocked out early which left me all by my lonesome. The lights in the diner were shut off, only the front counter and kitchen lights were on, I'd say it was about 11pm. We were still open since people liked to order pizza for the party's they have on Halloween, and also if the late night office working wanted a slice of pizza before heading home.

I was seated on top the counter watching the time tick by, waiting for when the clock would strike 12, so I could leave and go home. The sound of the door opening and closing dragged a sigh out of me, I hopped off the counter with a groan. Once I turned around I found myself face to face with the barrel of a gun...

I felt my heart stop for a split second, it was as if time itself froze in that instant..

"Give me all the cash in the register, and you can leave here without having a trip to the ER."

Remember when I said I could count on Halloween Night always being the same? Well it just fucking changed right now! During the time I worked at that place I learned that we always got robbed on Halloween, just never at gunpoint before.

"Did you hear me boy!? Give me the cash or you're getting a bullet between you eyes!"

The thug pressed the gun against the space between my eyes as a warning, I winced. I quickly opened the register with shaking hands, once I had it opened the thug grabbed the cash in it, not leaving behind a single penny.

Just as quickly as they came, the just as quickly as they left, once the thug got what they came for the bolted out the door, running past the guard who stood there and watched.. Once the thug left I fell to my knees, tears rolling down my face, I hold my head as I cry as I couldn't believe what just happened..

After some time of crying on the floor, I look up at the clock, my shift ended 30 minutes ago.. Gathering up my strength, I pulled myself up from the floor. I go through the closing process, which consists of cleaning and turning everything off.

Before I leave I grab a piece of paper and a marker, on the paper I write,

'I Quit. - Signed [REDACTED]'

After I place the paper in a spot that's noticeable I exit the pizzeria.

Sobbing the whole way home.