I worked at this new restaurant that was opening up, and the "training" was classroom-oriented. I thought they were an independent place, but nope, three restaurants, run by a Restaurant Group of Investors, and the corporate ethos was airtight. On one of the first days training in the restaurant, they called us all over to the line at a soda machine. Like 20 of us huddled around it. "What the fuck is this!?", the manager screeched, pointing at a couple ice cubes on the reservoir tray. You know, like when it melts it goes right down the drain. I must have had a look on my face because my training buddy gave me death stare and eyebrows. She continued, "Is everyone here a child that can't clean up after themselves? Does everyone enjoy living in filth?!" She took the rack off and chucked it in a sink. "This needs to be wiped down properly after every use, every time! Am I understood?!"

She stormed off and like 3/4 of the group jumped on the machine and wiped it the fuck down and started pointing fingers at each other. All the chemicals and reused towels and bullshit I guarantee was only gonna make people sicker from having drinks out of that machine.

I only lasted a month. Nothing makes you feel more dead inside than working at a place where the sociopathy of capitalism consumes everything.