He took her at her Word
I started working as a line cook in an upscale Italian Restaurant at the age of 17. I learned so fast that I knew every station on the line in just 10 months after being hired. I was earning minimum wage at the time (7.25/hour), and requested a raise of $1/hour to reflect my varied abilities. The chef denied my request and I asked when it would be available.
She told me, “You are too young to get a raise. Just be satisfied with the minimum wage”. I replied that I might have to look elsewhere for a position that pays me what I am worth. I was enraged by her response: ‘Don’t know how expendable chefs are. If you leave I can replace you immediately”. At the height of night on Sunday evening, when the dinner service was in full swing, I removed my apron.
I walked straight out of the front door. In solidarity, a friend also quit and I drove him home. It felt good for a few days, but since then I have never quit in this way. It was the worst thing I have ever experienced in my 23 years of working in the service sector.
