that one time when i quit

the last supper

if you've been following along with me for the past few months, you may have gathered that i work at a restaurant. and from that one post that one time, you may have gathered that i had been hanging out with someone from that restaurant. well he turned out to be an ass. which i guess i should have assumed would be the case since one of the first things he told me when we really started talking was that he gets called an asshole often. clearly i should have thought twice about that statement.

i'm not even going to go into detail as to why we stopped talking the first time. long story short, he was an ass and it involved his ex (i'm sensing a theme for 2012 trending here). i literally only spoke to him at work, about work for the past month. well last night i felt bad for ignoring him for so long so i offered a truce. we (everyone that worked the night shift) all ended up drinking after we got off and it got to a point where it was too late to go home (curfew at 23 is rad) so i asked if i could crash on his couch. it seemed totally fine. then as i stand there and talk to duck wing (yes, that is the nickname of one of the chefs) 2 feet away from the jerk he (the jerk) starts talking crap on me to another server. oh no you didn't!

side-note: i have successfully dated guys from previous jobs before that didn't involve drama when it ended because we were honest and respectful. this situation wasn't like that.

so i left. obviously i did not stay on his couch. and i put my 2 weeks in today. i'm not going to work somewhere where i feel incredibly uncomfortable.

this is one of those moments where my mom would have the satisfaction of telling me, "i told you so."