My toxic entitled manager tells me that I should quit my job as she feels that I'm not cut out to be a waiter at her restaurant.

But after dealing with her nasty attitude, as well as her mistreatment on a daily basis, I finally decided to stand up for myself in a way that I never thought I'd ever be able to do.

Here's what happened. So I started working at a casual dining restaurant about two weeks ago, and this was my first

job in the service industry.

I was not actually trained or anything like that, and I just had to learn as I went by observing

my coworkers and looking stuff up online.

The job was absolutely awful.

The owner didn't know what she was doing.

Everything was extremely disorganized.

The waiters would take their stress out on me,

and I was constantly given contradictory instructions. For example, they would say that my top

priority should be taking food to the customers, but then when I would do that, they would scream

at me and be like, oh, don't take the food to the customers. That's not your assigned task. I was

expected to know things that I couldn't possibly know if I wasn't

told. My manager and the owner expected me to simply read their minds. I was working over nine

hours a day, six days a week, and they did not pay extra hours, even though most days, we would

work from one to three hours more than we were supposed to. I was struggling a lot, trying to find a way

to improve and deal with the

stress of this job while working with frankly awful people. But I realized that I love being a waiter.

I'm great with customers. I'm quick. I learn fast and I've got a lot of stamina. During my last two shifts,

I found a strategy to avoid getting overwhelmed that really was working wonders. I basically just

pretended I was having the time of my life and I started to believe wonders. I basically just pretended I was having

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