Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Cold… And Greasy
“At Long John Silvers, there are four vats of oil. This is hydrogenated oil, so when it gets cold, it’s solid.
Under each vat is a lever to release the oil so it can be filtered. And the end of every shift, you dump the vat into the filtering machine and the pump it back in.
The cook hated Candi, the assistant manager, and the manager on duty that day. Thankfully, I was running drive-thru.
Without notice, when his last shift ended, he ‘accidentally’ didn’t have the filter machine under the spout on the vat where we kept the oldest oil (that’s used to cook fries).
He dumped the vat and walked out. Onto the floor. 350-degree oil pours onto a cold tiled floor. By the time Candi saw what happened, it was already starting to harden. And she had to clean it up.
Seriously, we couldn’t take lobby orders. It shut down the business for a bit. I had to do all I could to not laugh because she was livid.”
He Was Tired Of That Customer’s Gay Bashing
“One time, some friends and I went for breakfast at this little restaurant and seated in front of us was a biker guy who kept harassing the clearly gay waiter.
The waiter was going out of his way to be polite to this dirtbag who had returned his food three times, once just because his toast hadn’t been buttered, mostly just to irk the waiter. Finally, everything went to crap.
The biker guy made a comment, ‘Why are you swinging your butt like a girl? You’re NOT a girl! Let me take you out back in the alley and I’ll show you how to act like a real man!’
I gasped and couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Suddenly, the waiter, who was carrying a tray of water glasses and pitcher to another table, took the pitcher of water and dumped it on the biker guy’s head.
The biker jumped up and threw his breakfast plate full of food at the waiter hitting him with eggs in the face.
The waiter then took the whole tray of water glasses and threw it at the biker and the biker gave chase, the waiter ran into the kitchen using his arm to knock into the biker’s path anything handy (ketchup bottles, silverware tray, napkin holders) with the biker slipping and sliding but still on the waiter’s heels.
Suddenly the front door opened and in walked five cops who grabbed the biker dude and handcuffed him, during which the waiter came out flaying his hands in the air with great theatrics screaming, ‘THIS IS BULL CRAP! I QUIT! YOU CAN’T FIRE ME! HE STARTED IT! I’M FROM NEW YORK. YOU’LL BE HEARING FROM MY ATTORNEYS! YOU ALL SAW HIM DIDN’T YOU (pointing to all of us)! HE STARTED IT BUT THEY FIRE ME! I DON’T THINK SO! (as he bobs his head and snaps his fingers in the air ala Rue Paul) NO, NO, NO, I THINK NOT!’ Then with great drama, he yanked off his apron and flung it at the kitchen door and sashayed out the door.
I’d give anything to have had a camera, but this was before cell phones.
Everyone in the diner that morning got their meals free as an apology for the chaotic scene.”
A Gross, Yet Amazing Way Of Leaving A Job
“A coworker I was aquatinted with was a belching machine who would work occasionally at a local KFC, and he was ultra competitive.
One night, he was practicing for some sort of belching contest when a guy from high up in corporate came through the drive-thru, and before he could order on the intercom, a deafening burp greeted the mystery shopper who was nearly deafened by the glory of the belch.
When my cowerer came in to get his final check, he burped louder than ever while flipping off the manager and amidst all this scared the lunch rush out.”
He Looked Like A Pirate As He Walked Out Of The Building
“At the bar/restaurant I was working at, the line cook flipped his lid.
The line cook was a VERY soft spoken guy. You had to lean in to hear whatever he was saying. He seemed like a, ‘I don’t want any trouble’ kind of guy.
The manager that evening was on his case about EVERYTHING. ‘This table has been waiting 10 minutes on an order of olives,’ kind of thing. At the busiest time of the evening (7:30-8 pm), the cook, apparently having reached his boiling point, kicked the push-door open of the open-view kitchen and yelled at the top of his lungs, ‘I hope you all are enjoying the food I have been making and NOT THIS JERK!’
Understandably, the place fell silent…then the cook walked back into the food station and went back to work. He refused to leave and the owner was called down. The owner literally took the guy by the back of his collar and dragged him out.
The cook forgot his chef’s knife and the owner let him grab it. As the cook left, once he was outside the door of the bar, he held up his knife like a crazed pirate and yelled, ‘ROCK AND ROOOOOOLLLL!’
She Really Thought She Deserved That Money
“I worked at a fast-food restaurant in high school. Paychecks were technically handed out on Saturdays, but our manager usually tried to show consideration by getting it out to us on Thursdays.
One week, the paychecks got delayed somewhere higher up than my manager. She apologized and most people were disappointed, but she was genuinely sorry even though it wasn’t her fault, and hey, getting it early was a perk anyway. Most people said, ‘Well, that sucks,’ and were done. But not a girl I’ll call Crazy. You see, Crazy had put a down payment on a TV and if she didn’t get the MegaCorp the other $200 that day, she would forfeit the deposit. Why a 16-year-old needed a TV that badly was never properly answered.
She spent a good 30 minutes arguing with the manager about how it wasn’t fair, paychecks were given out on Thursdays, that she was going to sue as if needing to buy a low-quality TV in installments puts someone in the position of hiring a lawyer. God bless that manager for not strangling her or firing her on the spot.
Finally, the worker stormed off to do some cashier work. The end of her shift came and oh my God, isn’t it just the craziest coincidence, her till was $200 short. The manager said, ‘Well?’ The girl said, ‘Oh, really, I don’t know about that. But while we’re talking, I quit.'”
She Came In Like A Bull In A China Shop
“I used to work at a busy restaurant and this particular girl always seemed like she was on everyone’s bad side.
One day she came in, belligerently wasted, and was acting like an animal. She would walk up to a random customer and start eating their food, cuss them out, then walk to the next victim. She cussed out multiple fellow employees, kept stumbling along until she found our managers discussing the new food items with tasting plates and glasses of a fine red.
She ate their food, drank their drinks, all while telling them to go get lost and about how she hated working at the restaurant.
She then stumbled into the kitchen and went down the cooking line yelling at each cook.
She proceeded to go into the employee bathroom and snorted a line of coke.
The managers called her the next morning to ask her to come in so they could discuss what happened. Safe to say, she never returned after that, so I guess she quit and was fired within the same day?”
Stay Here Or Go Work For NASA?
“During college, I was working at some mediocre Japanese restaurant just to pay the bills. I was about to graduate with my Bachelor’s Degree in Physics and had just landed a position at Jet Propulsion Lab (NASA), but hadn’t told anyone yet.
One day, I called in sick for the first time in two years. The manager evoked his godlike power and commanded me to come in anyway because he, in his infinite wisdom and might, didn’t want to find someone to cover for me. This is the same manager that told me I didn’t wear enough makeup, that I couldn’t have personal conversations in front of the restaurant, and usually made me deal with homeless people near the storefront (I’m a tiny Asian girl in heels).
Naturally, I didn’t go in that day. During my next shift, I was called into the office for a stern talking-to. He lectured me on work ethic, citing as an example the time he gallantly overcame a 103-degree fever, and against all odds, made it to work, where he bravely locked himself in the office and browsed Facebook for hours. This was his reasoning for writing me up as ‘no-call, no-show.’ He expected me to cower and apologize, but instead, I laughed and gave him my two-week notice. Over the next two weeks, I saw a very refreshing shift in his attitude.”
He Saw A Dad In Need And Did What He Had To Do
“I worked at Boston Market in high school, and I had been getting shorted on hours for a month or so. So the new schedule came out and I saw I had six hours for the whole week, and I was not happy.
The last order I had, a guy came in and just wanted some kids meals for his two kids. I asked him if he wanted anything for himself, but I could tell that he was in a bind with money. The guy paid in all change and barely had enough.
Anyways, I went to the back and got him a party platter that we use for catering, and I gave him at least 15 people’s worth of food and almost a whole rack of fresh cornbread. I mean, I absolutely hooked this guy up; he had more food than he could carry. I put my apron on the counter and helped him carry it to his car. He started crying and all, and after he had it all packed up, I just walked home. I think it was a good way to go out.
It turns out my shift manager at the time had been stealing money each week and they didn’t catch on until another manager had to work my shift and he caught him doing it.”
Fed Up With His Side Piece
“A couple of my best friends decided to get married in Scotland (we’re American). It was quite an expensive trip, so I picked up a part-time job at a crappy sandwich chain for about a year to save so my wife and I could attend. About two weeks before the trip, I was offered emergency overtime at my full-time job. I was unsure if I was scheduled to work at the sandwich joint, so I called the owner. He told me I was, which was a bummer because I could’ve stayed at my real job for about $30/hr more for the evening.
So I went in to make sandwiches. Another employee told me that I wasn’t scheduled to work, rather someone called in earlier and the owner took advantage of my not knowing my schedule for the week. So I took the spot at the end of the assembly line, bagged up eight orders, and walked out the door with them, along with the little rack of about 20 bottles of hot sauce. I hopped in my car and took off back to my real job to work that overtime shift with a bunch of sandwiches for the other employees.”
If We Go Down, We Go Down Together
“Not me, but two people I worked with. I worked at a sushi restaurant that had a high turnaround rate. The reason why is because one of the owners was a huge witch who loved to yell at people. I saw people come and go, most usually lasted only a few days. There was a sushi chef there that had been there for a while. He was pretty cool and we got along great when we worked together. His girlfriend also worked there as a cashier and a lot of times they were scheduled together.
One Saturday that I was supposed to be off, I got a call from Carol (the boss) asking me if I could come in. Apparently, Max and his girlfriend had had enough of her and they both just straight up left and walked out of the restaurant. The place was pretty small so usually, it was just the cooks in the back, the sushi chef, and the cashier/delivery driver. So, when they left, they basically left the place empty aside from the cooks, who did not speak English that well.
I decided to take the shift for the extra money and when I got there, Carol was already there behind the sushi prep area making orders. She usually didn’t come in at all on weekends, but would still watch the security cameras occasionally from her laptop at home and if she saw you standing around doing nothing, she would call and yell at you. It turns out that was exactly what she did to Max and his girlfriend and they had finally had enough. Carol showed me the security footage of Max yelling at her over the phone, hanging up, then taking off his apron and both him and his girlfriend flipping of the security camera and walking out.
She was showing me because she couldn’t believe how disrespectful they were and how they could just leave the restaurant like that when there were customers in it. Personally, I thought it was pretty awesome they walked out together. I know I wanted to quit hundreds of times when I was there, but I was a broke college student that needed the money.
Last I heard of them was that they both got jobs at the sushi place that was competing with the restaurant I worked.”
All He Could do Was Laugh
“I quit my job at Papa Johns because I had a manager who had to have been the biggest jerk in town. He yelled at everyone constantly and made the working environment toxic.
A few months after I quit, somebody threw gallons and gallons of paint all over his Hummer. The only reason I found out about this is because he sent police to my apartment to confront me about it. I didn’t do it and the cops had no evidence to support it, so they just left. I had a great laugh.
He kept sending me threatening texts after that happened. Finally, I had enough and texted him: ‘The one positive thing about this entire situation is that somebody else in town thinks you’re a bigger jerk than I do.’ It was so satisfying.”
When You’re Pushed Too Far On Super Bowl Sunday
“I was working in a wings place just out of college as a cook. I started working there and everything was going ok except for the fact that I was underpaid. I was making minimum wage as one of two cooks in the restaurant. I worked there for a few months when the manager sat down to talk to me. We discussed a few things and I brought up the fact that I deserved a raise. I was working 50-60 hours a week and the compensation based on my effort wasn’t evening out. He basically told me to get lost and that cooks were are a dime a dozen. So I told him I was disappointed with his retort.
Times were tough for me at that time so I bit my lip and just went back to work. The next few months were terrible. The manager of the restaurant would openly put me down in front of other employees and constantly berate me for asking for more money. He would put me on back to back to back opening and closing shifts and send people home on purpose so I would be the only one left to clean the kitchen at the end of the night. I was beginning to lose my chill with this job.
So finally Super Bowl Sunday rolled around and for those unaware, this is a very very busy day for restaurants that make wings. I got into work and everyone was already mad. I asked what was up and they told me the other cook didn’t show up and nothing was prepped for the day. I rolled up my sleeves and started working. We got everything set and I started making wings for the orders. I was working my tail off and my manager came up to me and started giving me the same crap. The phones were ringing like crazy and honestly, there were more orders than the restaurant could handle. It was pure chaos. Then some of the manager’s friends (not employees) came into the kitchen and started messing with all my stuff. Moving things, disorganizing stuff, sitting on my prep counters. I told them to get lost and my manager stormed in and laid into me. He told me I was a worthless piece of crap, I never did anything right, I was not worth more than minimum wage, and I never put in any extra effort.
That was it. My brain just clicked and I stopped caring about anything. I stood up straight and stretched out my arms wide. Slowly took off my kitchen apron and removed my hat. I stared dead into the manager’s eyes and calmly but sternly said, ‘Have an enjoyable Super Bowl Sunday.’ I threw the apron and my hat in the fry oil basins, grabbed my bag, and walked passed the rest of the employees whose mouths were hanging open and out the back to the ever fading ring of phones ringing. I got home and met up with my roommates. I told them the story and we decided to order 200 wings and watch the game.”
Hey Lady, It’s Subway, RELAX
“I worked at Subway right out of high school and became really good friends with one of the girls that worked there (we were the closers), and it was just a disaster from day one. Our witch of a manager worked mornings and thought she was the coolest person on Earth for being in her mid to late 20s and managing a Subway.
Things had been bad for a while. We would be blamed for stuff we didn’t do. Essentially anything that went wrong was our fault because nothing the morning crew did could have been wrong as she was there. I don’t know how many times we worked until 1 am, without pay. They made us clock out a half hour after closing, but it usually took us numerous hours to catch up and clean/do whatever the morning crew didn’t do.
We constantly talked about how we would quit and we both basically came to the agreement that if one of us quits, the other will too.
The day finally arrives. Actually, two days. The final straw was when we got audited. We got audited in the morning and they did so many things wrong, it was an abysmal failure. Whose fault was it? Ours, of course. So, we both get yelled at. This woman never took the blame for anything. Well, the regional manager decided to send in a secret shopper during our shift, to see how things were (we had no idea). The next afternoon when we showed up for our shifts, the regional manager was on the phone with the store manager. She called us into her office (he wanted to talk to us on the phone) and put the phone on speaker. He talked about how he sent in a secret shopper and they just raved about us two. They had great customer service. The store was clean. There were lots of people in line but we worked fast/efficient and we kept everyone in line engaged so it didn’t feel like a long wait. All that with only two employees working (like always). So he just congratulated us and loved what he heard.
Well, the manager didn’t like it (of course). So she talked about the audit and just blamed us again. That night we talked about quitting and my friend said she was doing it the following day. She did. She showed up in her normal clothes with a bag of her Subway ‘uniform.’ The manager came back from going to the bank or some crap and saw her sitting in the dining area. She knew what was up immediately because my friend has this menacing grin on her face. They went in the back and my friend just UNLOADED on this witch. Screaming and yelling at her and just making her look like a fool by basically knowing more about how to run the store than the manager does as well as laws on getting paid. The manager was screaming that she’d get her check in two weeks and my friend did her research and found out where we live, an employer must have wages within two days of the employee quitting or being terminated.
She left. I finished the dinner rush and the manager called me in the back and said, ‘Can you believe she would do something like that?’
I looked at her and said, ‘Of course I can. You’re an extremely horrible manager. You don’t take the blame for anything that you do wrong and you throw it on us. You illegally make us work without pay and you’re just an overall unpleasant person to be around. Get off your high horse, it’s a Subway, witch.’ I handed her my apron and said, ‘I’ll be nice and wash my shirt and I’ll bring it back when we come to get our wages.’
I called my friend and hung out at her place. High fives around. We went in and got our wages together two days later. Everyone smiled at us like, ‘You guys rock.’
I went to college and have a great job now. I stopped in at a Taco Bell one afternoon for some lunch and who do I see? Old lady a roo. Her seeing me in a suit and all dressy and her being behind a counter, still just an assistant manager of a Taco Bell made my month. I immediately called my old friend and we had a good laugh.
I’m not a terrible person. This lady was just a mega tool. And like I said, it was a Subway.”