Well, I'm not yet, but I will be soon. I can't take this shit anymore. I worked six hours tonight and made $29. My sales were $470, I should've made at least $50. But between the douchebag hill folk, the people who took up a fourth of my section to have a single margarita each instead of sitting at the bar three feet away, the snotty bitches who looked at me like I was something smelly the entire time, the mother and daughter who were fighting the entire time and left me three fucking cents ..... yeah. $29.
I went in to work in a great mood, too. The first couple of hours, I was happy and cheerful and thought to myself, "This is why I'm still here, I work with great people, the work isn't that hard. I'm having fun tonight!"
I didn't make a single mistake tonight. People were just being cheap fuckers. And I'm fucking over it. I may not make as much overall with an hourly job once you factor in taxes, but at least I'd know how much I'd be getting every week. But I am fucking done busting my ass taking care of assholes who don't bother to tip on percentage or service, but instead make up some random arbitrary fucking number.
I wanted to quit on the spot tonight, I was so pissed.