And end to the negative.

I finally did it. I stood up for myself and would not back down. After more than a month of being told I do not work hard and that I can't manage people and that basically I'm worthless, I gave my two week notice to Norman today. I love the playhouse and tried to make it to Richard's first year, but I couldn't subject myself to the emotional abuse anymore. The latest was being yelled at over bug juice. I don't get paid enough for that. I put a job with benefits on hold to be here and what did it get me? Ridicule. I'm going to list some of the things I did this season:

Cooked a full meal for 50+ people.
Cooked parts of meals.
Scheduling.
Ordering liquor.
Ordering beer.
Ordering linens.
Ordering soda products.
Totalling time sheets.
Hauling trash.
Hauling tables.
Digging through trash to find a lost beef roast.
Digging through a dumpster to find a lost ratchet strap.
Cleaning bathrooms.
Cleaning the tavern.
Cleaning the kitchen.
Cleaning the backstage rooms.
Ordering produce.
Shopping at walmart.
Bartending.
Managing the cabaret.
Cashering.

I was told I don't work hard. Fuck you, Norman.

I will miss the people and the good memories. I will not miss the tyrant.