okay, kinda cheesy, i just wrote it today, definately needs some working and not my best, but i like my focus… just needs to be tighter.
SAYWHATEVER YOU NEED TO!!!
<pre><code> I turned up the volume on the radio to try and muffle the noise of my racing heart, but to no avail. My sweaty palms struggled to control the steering wheel as I made my way down the same route I had driven for months now. As I took a deep breath and made the unforgiving turn, the ill-omened sign crept into my vision there was no turning back now. There it was - the giant ice cream cone.
I started working at Pops Ice Cream this summer not only to help my wallet, but because I reasoned that working at a scoop shop would be an exciting job. I could chat with my co-workers while working and meet new people all while getting out before 10 PM each night! The job turned out to be none of these things. Between the minimum wage, three-hour shifts, and unfriendly employees, I felt like I had plenty to complain about. Yet Ive always thought that if you just persevere through a struggle, the result will be a stronger and smarter individual. I had planned to last out the summer, ready to run out to mop up a spill if someone started in with condescending remarks towards me, or seem wrapped up in packing down cones when I heard their haughty judgments of patrons. I thought that my plan was playing itself out nicely, yet someone was trying to foil my plan my boss.
My job became not only a strategic game that I found myself playing, but a battlefield against a man that I had at first thought to be charming and friendly. My self-respect and sense of worth, however, were things that I would not let anyone step on. Pop started to talk smugly about the other employees to me, while speaking of his crazy late nights at the club and what he would do to the girls that ordered ice cream from the stand. I was repulsed that a grown man would make such degrading comments in front of me. When his commentary was directed towards my way, I grew nervous and angry at once. Never had I been treated so disrespectfully, but I was slow to react. I called out of work a couple of times, letting his actions stew in my mind. Ive always tried to be the bigger person and let him sense his own faults, yet I knew what I had to do.
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So on I drove, into the parking lot. As I turned off my ignition and unbuckled my seatbelt, I glanced in the rear view mirror at Pop taking orders with his sidekick at the window. My world slowed down; shut the door I shut it, wipe your hands I dried off the perspiration, hold up your head I kept it down. I was in agony waiting for this public display of embarrassment stuttering and shaking are my specialties. As I walked in the door towards the big event, time didnt wait for me any longer. I honed in on my target and felt energy building up inside of me.
Pop, I said. I cant work here anymore.
Um
okay? Any reasons why?
Here was my moment my moment to tell him off, be in the right, and embarrass him at his place of business.
P-p-personal reasons, I managed.<br>
So that was it. I left Pops Ice Cream that night as a free woman, with my self-respect in hand. I knew I could have diminished my boss and not be held accountable, but where would I have been placed? Some teenager who thinks she is smarter than her employer has a right to belittle him? By quitting my job, I faced my fears. But I was also forced to examine my conscious and make a split-second decision regarding another persons feelings. To succeed in anything, whether it is a part-time job or not, I found that I must always keep my self-respect while letting others keep theirs. Life is not about winning battles against twisted bosses, but learning from our mistakes and struggles. That night, I drove home smiling, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of my minds rambles. Next to me was a hot fudge sundae with a cherry on top.