Burning Your Bridges And Your Symbols Of Capitalistic Oppression

I spent my senior year working at a fast food restaurant. I did well there and didn’t have too many problems with coworkers or customers, but a few weeks into working there, I was a little disconcerted when I heard this from managers who were discussing scheduling.

Manager: “Is [Employee] coming back?”

Manager-In-Training: “No, she left.”

Manager: “And she’s definitely gone?”

Manager-In-Training: “She threw her uniform shirt in the garbage. I don’t think she’s coming back.”