I spent five and a half fucking years at the same job. I got one raise that brought my pay up to $16 an hour and you fucking promised me I’d get a raise after we opened the new restaurant. I’m making $8 now and working twice as much. I get tipped out as bartender and get random pity money from you and it’s still not even fucking close. I just took a $9000 loan out for my final semester of college. I fill my tank with $50 every fucking week to get to class and work. The worst part is that I love you like you’re my mom but I’m devastated that you don’t value my effort anymore. I’ve been here since we opened our doors. I’m not a cook but someone who started 2 years ago is making $22 a fucking hour. I’m tired. I’m going broke. This job meant the world to me. I had fun even if I worked hard. It’s not even fucking worth it anymore. I used to love coming to work because it was the only enjoyable part of my week as a depressed college student. I’m failing my classes to make rent.