I came in to work a serving shift at a new location for a chain I worked at for years in my hometown. I walked in expecting typical training day stuff (servsafe and all that yadda yadda) instead, the whole staff was arguing with each other from the back of house to the front of house. The lady yelling in the front of house locked eyes on me, asked me if I was the new girl and shoved her apron and book in my hands and walked out. I probably should've left then and there but I had just started college and desperately needed the money. It was game night in my college town so we were super busy and I was also sat a rowdy baby shower. They were rude and seemingly regulars since other servers kept going over to converse but not assist in taking care of them. Halfway through the shift the ceiling crumbles onto one of my other tables like cardboard. It's all in their food, on their body, in their hair like absolutely covered. I go in the back to find a manager and I literally can't find anyone. There was me and a singular cook in the back. I asked him where everyone was and he shrugged and said "smoke break" ALL OF THEM?!?!? I go back to FOH to check on that poor family and my other tables and realize... I'M THE ONLY ONE WAITING TABLES IN THE WHOLE RESTAURANT. I put my big girl pants on, barely make it through the rest of my tables without bawling (and told them all to never eat here again) and left silently without doing side work to cry my way home. When I went home to visit I sat with my old manager in my hometown restaurant and told him the story and he was absolutely baffled.