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Input: This is probably a dumb question but I thought I'd get some feedback for it anyway. 

I recently quit my God awful job as a dishwasher at a chain restaurant. I had only been there for a month, and I was already despising every day I had to be there. In the time I was there, two people had started and immediately quit, and another guy was fired because he just stopped showing up completely. I soon knew why. Management was a mess, and the dishwashers were treated like dirt. I referred a good friend of mine, and even he hated it when he was only a few weeks in. They were profiling him a lot, saying that since hes a big, tall dude, he can do everything without issue. Not true. We were both pretty out of shape and being on our feet for so long (without a break mind you) was destroying our bodies.

I called in on a Friday telling them that I mentally and physically couldn't do the job anymore. There was no way I'd survive for another 2 weeks, and I sure as hell wouldnt ever work for them again. But they managed to convince the both of us to come in that day, then stuck us in the dish room alone on a packed Friday evening. Now, we knew how to do our job, but we weren't experts, and you need at least 4 people on the weekends so that things dont get backed up...they knew we were the only ones back there and didnt even give us a heads up. We decided that enough was enough. We had been treated like such shit that day by both the cooks and servers. They constantly told us to do our best but then kept saying we still weren't good enough. I couldn't bare to work somewhere that continued to zap the life out of me, and make my depression worse than it already was. So...we walked out. 

I'm sure since only one other person was going to work in there that night, so some of the managers would have to join them in order to try and make sure they had enough dishes...I'm still stuck thinking about it now. And I've already been having so much trouble finding another job, that sometimes I wonder if I just should have bottled my issues up and just kept working...

walking out on my job