My very first job was probably my worst. It was a local pizza shop ran by this Greek guy (who actually sounded like someone in the mob..he was very sketchy). To start off, everything was paid to me under-the-counter. He did not take taxes out of my money at all which came across to me as quite strange. I was also in high school at the time and he had me working every day monday through saturday 5:00 - close (I didn't get out of school until 3:30 so it barely gave me any time to even do homework). The guy didn't want to give me a day off even for prom when I told him about it 3 weeks in advance. I told him about some other dates I was obligated to leave (some of these 3 - 4 months in advance) and he told me he couldn't give me it because it was "asking for too many days off" (there were about three dates). They had me washing dishes and didn't believe in something such as a break. This really fat red-headed rude lady was the one in charge of training me. She told me that if I wasn't washing dishes I had to be cleaning off counters, cleaning pans, cleaning out the fridge, or cleaining the fryers. I also had to sweep and mop alone. I couldn't sit down for even 5 seconds without someone saying "quit being lazy and get back to work" although they're stepping outside for cigarettes (something I didn't like too much). The final straw was when the last night I was there I was mopping the floor and my nose began to bleed (it sometimes does during extreme stress, it's supposedly hereditary) and said to excuse me while I go clean up. When I got back, I got bitched out by the fat lady saying "It's not fair to the other employees for them to have to do your share of the work." therefore I quit, after only four days, and refused to even list them as a previous job experience (they'd never remember who I was because the guy who owned the place asked me the second night I was there "Have you worked here before? I think I've seen you." I said "No" and he walked off after another employee confirmed I wasn't him.)