"Fuck you guys, I'm going across the street"

I woke up this morning with the grime thought in my mind that I had to go to "The Hell Hole" aka work, and it wasn't as bad as i thought it was gonna be but i still dread it. So as you all should know i work with/for my step father and even the littlest thing i say at work pisses him off at home, like i do it on purpose to like make him feel like he's not doing him job right, like for example when i was sitting on the couch last Friday afternoon and i say "hey man. can you do me a favor tomorrow and make sure Matt and the new guy (who doesn't know how to prep for our days) prep enough" and he went off telling me that i shouldn't tell him how to do his job, and he threatened to fire me (like he always does when he's mad at me at home) so i told him fuck you i quit and the only reason i said it is that when we run out of food I'm either the runner (the person who goes and gets the food) or i have to call the kitchen and get told that it will be a minute and they never show up and i get yelled at by customers telling me that its a fast food place and that we should have everything on the menu. But instead of fucking telling the dumb ass ppl (from Ohio) that its a Holiday Inn aka a full service HOTEL not a fast food joint i have to say "im sorry mam/sir that we can't accomidate your wants may i get you something else. PFST... thats bull shit. But i was forced to go back to work the next day anyways cause my mom agrees with way Mark got mad just not how he handled it lol i need a new job.

im going to sleep.