Making Goodness Fashionable...

I hate my job. The restaurant is like a miniature high-school. Everything I turn around there are people whispering and gossiping about other employees. There is about a bagillion separate cliques and people are so two-faced. The drama of some is enough to make me want to smack them on the back of the head. Because of it being the best fast food chain out there, we have to be very quick and efficient. The older people are the worst. If they end up sitting there for more then 3 minutes they just let loose. The customer can tear you apart. They can literally turn the best day you have ever had into a day of hell. So much stress comes with having to make the order fast and perfect without fault. Usually when I ask to go to the bathroom, I go to the small room, shut off the lights, and just sit behind the door in darkness. I feel like crying at times. I hate it when I let myself get to me (weird I know). Tomorrow after church I'm planning on applying at the springs. Better wages and I don't have to talk to customers. I hate my job.