I have recently ended my 4 1/2 year rein as a pretty badass full-time 3rd shift Customer Service Rep at a Speedway. Your probably wondering why I would quit a full time job in this economy...thats pretty rare these days. Well people I couldn't take it anymore. I am a human being and there is a point in life when people push you to close to the edge and you just cant take anymore ### and you either collapse from the weight or explode(usually resulting in an office shoot-em-up episode). I have experienced this push off the edge from one manager by the name of Sharon(or as I like to refer to her as the demon spawn seedling of satans ###). This woman, I kid you not, has no soul and to my belief gets her jollies from belittling people and sneering at them from behind her sad excuse for a desk. She would spend most of her day standing at this desk and acting as though it was a giant throne on which only her very large buttocks can be stuffed onto. While I was working at this barely-passable excuse for an establishment I realized real quick how this woman functions. Basically if you piss her off (which in my case was requesting 1 day off 3 weeks in advance) she wouldn't say a word to you...she instead would make a mental note of what just occurred and develop such a scowl on her face that I'm sure had to be a bit painful. Later as she's filling out the schedule she would remember how you have allegedly wronged her and exact her revenge..in the ways of cutting your hours of course. But this is not the only way she would avenge herself...sometimes she just liked to look you in the face with her dead beady little eyeballs and tell you about how much of a ### job you do(keep in mind please that this chubby Sloth from The Goonies look-alike never actually cleaned or ran register or did anything). Another enjoyable pass time for her was to take you around the store and point out the areas where you should have sanitized or dusted..Im telling you she did the wipe the finger across the counter bit! But no amount of cleaning can subdue this horrendous ogre of hells fire...One night I got a bucket of scalding hot bleachy water and proceeded to scour every surface in the store until it was sparkling brighter than Mr. Cleans dome piece. When she arrived early that morning she began to screech at me about how I forgot to stock the cigarette cases while I was scrubbing the store. Needless to say after that day I stopped trying so hard and scooped up my last bit of self respect and started filling out job applications. This woman..if she could be called so...is a horrendous excuse for a manager. The fact that I still see her to this day squeezed into that black manager uniform infuriates me to the point that I could punch a youngling in the face and feel no shame.