Cruel pastor forces me to sleep on the streets with no food for three days,

so I make his entire staff quit in one day. Here's what happened.

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So a few years ago, I was a worker for this Baptist summer camp not far from my home.

We'll just call it what it is. Hell, I'd been a devoted staff member for three years,

even managing the concession stand for one of them.

I was a hard worker, consistently jumping in to do jobs nobody really wanted,

like trash, pulling weeds, restocking the vending machines, things like that.

On top of that, I was generally the favorite staffer of the kids that rolled through the camp.

Now, camp policy was for staff to live on campus when they were working,

which was for most staff a weekday or deal. Those of us that worked weekends had to request it.

I did this frequently, as I genuinely loved the work I was doing.

I even worked the offseason as much as I could. Midway through my third summer in hell,

I ended up with a really bad inner ear infection, so I took my allotted week off to recover.

Toward the end of the week, I was asked to be on call for the weekend.

I didn't have my driver's license at the time, and my family was going three and a half hours

out of town for the weekend, so I requested to stay on campus in case I was needed.

I was told this was not a problem. That was incorrect.

It should also be said that my father had my house key, as he had lost his.

Two hours after arriving on Friday, I'm called down to the dining hall where the week staff

was having their final meeting to receive paychecks and debrief. I think nothing of this.

I come walking into the dining hall, thrilled to see my companions for the first time in a little

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