My first job was working at Hayward's Pit BBQ. I was only 15 at the time and it was quite a successful restaurant back then. Every night, there was a line out the door, and the food was pretty decent then.
I hated the job though. Hayward's brother was my boss. He was this freakin' 300-lb monster who always had a chewed up stogie in the corner of his mouth. When he walked- the ground shook. When he talked- I couldn't understand a fuggen word he said. I worked my ass off but it was never good enough for him for he was always cursing at me when I'd return from floor. Absolutely nothing ever made the fat-***** happy. So, one night, I addressed Hayward's himself and he pretty much told me to forget about it.
I didn't need the job, so the next night when his brother cursed at me again, I told him to go fugg himself, threw down my bib, and left.
That was my first job.
