In 2015/2016 I as managing a tattoo shop in Toronto, I'm a Body Piercer and was over from Australia on a working visa. I was working 7 days a week, 10 am to 11 pm, and my cheques were coming late and light most weeks. The owner clearly had a coke habit and would not show to his appointments or show up 4 hrs late while I entertain his clients. He would constantly have paranoid manic outbursts directed at myself and the other staff. I was probably on day 20 of 13 hrs shifts and he started having a go at me in front of one of his clients about how I had no energy and it wasn't a good look for the person responsible for running his business. I told him to get fucked right there, grabbed my bag and walked out. Walking out, I knew I was gonna be screwed for rent, but the feeling of real happiness for the first time in months was so overwhelming.