Nicole get in here, we're splitting tips." I rolled my eyes and begrudgingly entered the kitchen where my co-workers impatiently waited for me to fork over my day's earned cash to split it "evenly."
I pulled out $247 worth of tips from my waitress apron and watched the b***h of a manager greedily snatch it as she proceeded to count all our tips.
I secretly counted along with her and calculated that I was supposed to receive $124. My manager handed me $75 with a sneer-like smile on her face. "You can go now," she said, waving her hand in dismissal.
"Where's the rest?" I asked, trying to compose my anger. Every f*****g time I worked a shift, I got cheated out of cash.
"There is no rest, take what I gave you and get lost. I'll see you back here at 8 am sharp on Wednesday."
I knew the f
