Multiple, consecutive 15 hour shifts with no break being standard operating procedure was only the tip of the iceberg. Rather than waiting the >6 months it would take before I ran away screaming, I nipped back to the old job and revoked my “scheduling constraints”. I only hope I haven’t screwed myself, but old job seemed receptive.

Lesson: Like you said, don’t ignore that little voice! This was a “next one” I’ve learned and had reinforced in the past — any job that slams an iron gate down on you from the getgo will never get any better. There is no middle ground — either you put a foot down and become the “person who said ‘No’”, or you let them walk all over until you are a burnt, desiccated husk of a former person.Been there, done that, stole the glasses!

last one home–in this case, sour mix along with vodka, club soda, and grenadine. Yuck–but they loved RG’s Pink Lemonade. I know, not terribly original, but they accounted for most of the $19 I made that day!