I have had so many, as I was always willing to work no matter what. But the one that sticks in my mind was while I was working in a Coffee Shoppe in a five star Hotel. Before our shift began we had to polish all the silverware which was vast, clean the mirrors and vacuum. Then drag huge cakes down from the kitchen on an upper floor. There, we were abused and shouted at by the Head Chef, who was a pink monster in a white hat.
Some girls in frustration stuck their fingers in the cakes, “just to teach life a lesson” after being screamed at! We also regularly ran out of plates, spoons and cups and so on, when the theater goers busted in. Which we ended up standing washing in a lousy tiny kitchenette. But worse of all, there was the Manager. I’ll call him Mr Rotten. He would insult us. He called us names, humiliated us, and even asked me why I was a pervert. I was in a relationship with a woman at the time.
To top it all the tips were lousy, and before leaving home, we vacuumed cleaned up and polished again. For the next shift.
In later years, I became very successful for quite an extended time, and one day whilst buying my regular supply of Dior Perfume, I saw the security guard at the door of the store. Mr Rotten!!! I whisked past him, asking him if he was still as Rotten as ever, and did he still insult people so?? He was quite taken aback, but it felt so good!!