I worked a double again today (yesterday, Sunday, whatever) and at the beginning of the night shift, after the other crew came in, I was talking to this guy Michael. He started a month or so back, he's a really good worker, and nice as all hell. And like most of my male coworkers he's gay to the extreme. It was dead tonight and he got his first table around 6 (his shift started at 5) and out sections were right next to each other. He looks over to me and says, "Eugenie, I think you have a table." My response is, "Really, you don't say, huh?" He took his apron off and just says, "I quit." Then he walked out the front door. I started laughing, because it really was fucking funny, and the few people that were around us got all what the fuckish. I went, said hello to the table, and that was the end of that.
I don't think I've ever admired someone so much recently as I did him in that moment. I have never had the balls to just quit and walk out on a job, no matter how shitty they treated me. If I see him again I'm hugging him.