This article originally appeared on January 26, 2021 at Baptist News Global.
Two weeks before I got married, I lost my job delivering pizzas because I had gotten three tickets for minor traffic violations over the previous two years. So when we got back from our honeymoon, I landed a job working at another fast food restaurant.
After I put four black olives on a customer’s sandwich, my manager yelled at me in front of the customer saying: “You should only put two black olives on their sandwich! If you put four, then you’re doubling my cost, which means I can cut your paycheck in half!”
Shortly after that, another customer spilled a drink on the floor. So I grabbed a mop bucket to clean it up. Suddenly, my manager swooped out and raised his voice again with: “What are you doing? You only twisted the mop around once before ringing it out! You’re supposed to twist it twice! Do you even know how to mop?”
Four hours later, I still hadn’t paid off my uniform. So when the manager asked me how things were going, I told him, “Not well,” and then quit.