I quit

I just quit my job today and I've never felt better.

The thing is, when I got the job, I was hired on the spot, which felt weird. I told the manager the hours I could work and she said that was perfect. I thought luck had turned for me for a second.

All the guys at work treated me like I was a normal person just trying to live my life, but the women for some reason saw me as a sort of competition.

I'm a trans man who's too poor to start T or get cheats reduction surgery. So on the outside, I'm an attractive young girl just starting a new job.

It felt weird, it felt like a bunch of highschool girls trying to bully me, even though these were women who were older than me by a generation or 2.

Here's where I said I'm done, I got scheduled one night for 4pm. That's not gonna work for me because my college classes get out at 3:30, so I had to wear my work uniform to school because I was not about to get almost naked in a public bathroom with no lock.

Then when I worked, none of the guys were there, only women were working, and they put me through hell. I started working at the drive thru that night and it was a Wednesday night in the Bible belt of America, so that means that youth groups were going on. I got car after car pulling up and they wanted me to work drive thru, clean, and make orders all at the same time.

When I was done for the night, one of the women told me "you really need to learn how to multitask".

That's when I was done with this job, if you don't know, multitasking is biologically impossible unless one thing is automated, like walking. I can't do all that at the same time because that takes effort that I don't have when I'm switching tasks and having switch cuts in the brain. Switch cuts happen when you're task switching, which is what I was doing. Doing rapid task switching causes the switch cuts which makes you go slower and make more mistakes.

The next day, today, I walked in and said to the manager, "I quit". And she said, "that's fine, you were progressing slowly anyways, but please make sure to bring in your work clothes"...

She didn't give me enough hours to work to even get me going, and I was 4 weeks into this job. I really wanted to ask her why she hired me in the first place, but I didn't and just walked out.

Btw, after 3 weeks of work, giving it my all, I got my first paycheck of the job and I only made 107 dollars... from 3 weeks of work that might as well have killed me. She said $12.35 an hour. I worked all days of the week, putting in back breaking work just for 107 dollars. I worked from 5pm to 10pm doing nothing but cleaning my heart out and making food just right.

I just felt so betrayed by this manager. Who btw, I saw make one of her employees cry, then when she saw him crying, she said, "put away those tears and get to work", while she sat in the office doing nothing.

She also told me that if I didn't get the uniform back in, she would take it out of my last paycheck which considering how she is, it's probably gonna be 5 bucks.

Also, when I got my uniform, she didn't ask me for the shirt size, she just grabbed an extra small and gave it to me. I felt so humiliated wearing it. I'm a medium or large depending on the brand.

I feel like she just hired me for shits and giggles to watch me fail. And when my guy friends at work texted me today asking where I was, I told them I quit and wasn't coming back for anything.

I fucking hate that place, fuck you Arby's, fuck you Rebecca, and fuck you too all the women who called me names and put me through hell, I'm back on my ED because of you salty old bitches.