Waiting tables at a fancy sushi restaurant. Look, I understand from the management's point of view that they wanted someone polished, someone to do the job and do it well, not someone who was endlessly "trying their best" and on training wheels...
But, boy did they expect too much. Memorize the menu before we'll let you take your own tables and get paid full wage, rather than letting me learn on the job? Make me memorize what each diff. saké is like, and what each piece of fish on each diff. sushi platter is?
And then at the end of the day, we didn't get any free food from the menu - like we did at the deli I'd worked at - no. We had to suffice on miso soup and fish heads and whatever sort of extra scraps... not to mention all kinds of add'l hard cleaning work I never did at the deli.
I don't mean to complain too much. I certainly acknowledge my privilege, and my white-collar upbringing and so forth. Tons of people have much harder jobs, and I know it.
But, it asked for my worst job, and this was it.
After four or so weeks of being expected to pull myself up by my bootstraps, memorize the menu on my own, adapt to their strict atmosphere, etc etc I just up and quit.
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