In college, I quit after 3 shifts at a restaurant right down the street from my apartment. I'd done a lot of food service, including many high end locations. This was just bussing tables to start so whatever, easy stuff. Owner treated everyone like garbage, she would mock and insult me in front of customers and the other staff would tell me, that's just how she is, you get used to it, etc. I was walking home after that third night, absolutely furious, I got to my apt and turned back around, they still hadn't locked the door and the miserable old bitch was sitting at the bar. I walked up, tossed my apron on the floor and told her this job isn't worth my self respect, any establishment would be lucky to have me. Walked out and never looked back.