READ it dudes, its on ice cream. sort of.

<p>okay, kinda cheesy, i just wrote it today, definately needs some working and not my best, but i like my focus... just needs to be tighter.

<pre><code> I turned up the volume on the radio to try and muffle the noise of my racing heart, but to no avail. My sweaty palms struggled to control the steering wheel as I made my way down the same route I had driven for months now. As I took a deep breath and made the unforgiving turn, the ill-omened sign crept into my vision – there was no turning back now. There it was - the giant ice cream cone.
I started working at Pop’s Ice Cream this summer not only to help my wallet, but because I reasoned that working at a scoop shop would be an exciting job. I could chat with my co-workers while working and meet new people – all while getting out before 10 PM each night! The job turned out to be none of these things. Between the minimum wage, three-hour shifts, and unfriendly employees, I felt like I had plenty to complain about. Yet I’ve always thought that if you just persevere through a struggle, the result will be a stronger and smarter individual. I had planned to last out the summer, ready to run out to mop up a spill if someone started in with condescending remarks towards me, or seem wrapped up in packing down cones when I heard their haughty judgments of patrons. I thought that my plan was playing itself out nicely, yet someone was trying to foil my plan – my boss.
My job became not only a strategic game that I found myself playing, but a battlefield against a man that I had at first thought to be charming and friendly. My self-respect and sense of worth, however, were things that I would not let anyone step on. “Pop” started to talk smugly about the other employees to me, while speaking of his crazy late nights at the club and what he would do to the girls that ordered ice cream from the stand. I was repulsed that a grown man would make such degrading comments in front of me. When his commentary was directed towards my way, I grew nervous and angry at once. Never had I been treated so disrespectfully, but I was slow to react. I called out of work a couple of times, letting his actions stew in my mind. I’ve always tried to be the “bigger person” and let him sense his own faults, yet I knew what I had to do.

<p>So on I drove, into the parking lot. As I turned off my ignition and unbuckled my seatbelt, I glanced in the rear view mirror at Pop taking orders with his sidekick at the window. My world slowed down; “shut the door” – I shut it, “wipe your hands” – I dried off the perspiration, “hold up your head” – I kept it down. I was in agony waiting for this public display of embarrassment – stuttering and shaking are my specialties. As I walked in the door towards the big event, time didn’t wait for me any longer. I honed in on my target and felt energy building up inside of me.
“‘Pop’,” I said. “I can’t work here anymore.”
“Um…okay? Any reasons why?”
Here was my moment – my moment to tell him off, be in the right, and embarrass him at his place of business.
“P-p-personal reasons,” I managed.<br>
So that was it. I left Pop’s Ice Cream that night as a free woman, with my self-respect in hand. I knew I could have diminished my boss and not be held accountable, but where would I have been placed? Some teenager who thinks she is smarter than her employer has a right to belittle him? By quitting my job, I faced my fears. But I was also forced to examine my conscious and make a split-second decision regarding another person’s feelings. To succeed in anything, whether it is a part-time job or not, I found that I must always keep my self-respect while letting others keep theirs. Life is not about winning battles against twisted bosses, but learning from our mistakes and struggles. That night, I drove home smiling, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of my mind’s rambles. Next to me was a hot fudge sundae – with a cherry on top.</p>

<p>i really like the intro... it got me interested</p>

<p>any one else?</p>

<p>bump ffffffffff</p>

<p>I like it. Really. I have nothing to say. Nicely done.</p>

<p>Neat essay. :) Better than most I've read on CC.</p>

<p>Unfortunately, many women in the workplace have to deal with crap from men like this be it co-workers or bosses, I can tell stories for days from my teens, twenties, and thirties and all level of professionals involved.</p>

<p>You describe quite well a person who gets away with this behavior, a boss who first seems "charming and friendly". Then crosses the line to telling " crazy late nights at the club and what he would do to the girls that ordered ice cream from the stand". This kind of stuff is not kosher with underage ppl and your ex-boss is open to lawsuits. It seems to me that you might have had a workplace grievance situation here and perhaps this should have been resolved through legal action. That would help the people he is talking creepy talk to now. But you are not responsible for that.</p>

<p>What does concern me in your essay is that you treat this as a personal problem, when this is really a problem of larger proportions. You mention that you could have "dimished" you boss by complaining about him, but I think his behavior is illegal. This sentence shows me you don't understand that: "Some teenager who thinks she is smarter than her employer has a right to belittle him?"</p>

<p>Otherwise, your essay needs editing. I'm not a fan of the blow by blow narrative. I prefer to read a direct report ie "I decided to quit my job because"</p>

<p>I have argued with my dd about these issues and she likes narrative to try to bring the reader in to your feeling and place. But unless it is really good, I find it boring and dreary. </p>

<p>In your case, I feel you can drop the entire first paragraph. You only get into what you want to say later.</p>

<p>Thanks for your reply... </p>

<p>i totally understand where you are coming from with the 'workplace grievance' issue. that is one reason my mother thinks it's totally useless for me to write this essay, because anyone in their right mind would have quit.</p>

<p>i guess the big thing for me was that it made me more nervous and stressed than anything i've had to do - the confrontation, that is - and the feeling i got after it was rejuvenating.</p>

<p>i don't think that i could have legally handled anything with the boss, however. he seemed smart in the way that he worded things... that made him seem he could get away with them. plus, i really didn't know if i wanted to go through it.</p>

<p>thanks again! </p>


<p>Please help me with this.</p>

<p>very nice!!</p>

<p>last paragraph:
"But I was also forced to examine my conscious and make a split-second decision regarding another person’s feelings"</p>

<p>conscious = conscience!</p>

<p>okay, this is mah last bump.</p>