jena

The following is a true story.

On Wednesday December 22nd I quit my bartending job with such ferocity that the cops were called on me the next day. Here you go.

If you have me on Facebook, the entire story is there but the abbreviated version is that I decided mid shift that I was done. I told all of my customers to help me enjoy my final night now, fuck this motherfucker. My boss had just gone too far. I had promoted my shift and brought in so much business that he complained there were too many people in the bar. It doesn't matter why I snapped and quit but

I went out to have a cigarette and just stayed out there. Let him get up and work if he wants to. I'm done. I was screaming in the street to all of my friends and mainly black regulars about an incident that happened during one of my first shifts months ago when there was a violent fight and my Ethiopian boss announced

"This is why I hate black people. I give them my bar and this is how they act."

He said this in front of his black bartender and his karaoke promoters who are a black couple that bring him over $2,000 in liquor sales every single thursday. Everyone was in shock. Will, my black coworker said "That's not right. Tell him Jena, it's white people too." I said "It's not white people too. It's ignorance. Difference."

It's not white people. I'm a white motherfucker raised by a black father so this was a fucking affront to me but I just started the job and kept silent. How humiliating for these other employees, blacks who give this savage immigrant his fortune. This was last June.

Nigger chicken (me) came to roost this week. No. Done. So I'm outside screaming about how that bastard hates blacks, fuck this fuck that. All of a sudden the karaoke couple rolls up. They NEVER drink in the bar but showed up just to see me bc I had promoted my shift. I was floored and honored. First thing I told them right away was I quit and remember that time he announced how he hates black people? They are so classy, they just smiled and said "Oh yes."

I gave the savage over $700 in liquor sales on a fucking wednesday bc everyone who showed were my friends and customers who love what I do and who I am.

Bar closes at 2am and I let it rip. In front of customers, friends and the karaoke crew he tried to tell me that bc I didn't properly enter my credit cards tips in the machine that I couldn't take my tips and if I did that was stealing from him.

My next words were WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP SO I CAN THE FUCK HOME TONIGHT? SOMEBODY MAKE THIS ASSHOLE SHUT UP ALREADY!

It went on and on as I trashed the bar throwing shit everywhere screaming at him. He says "You are breaking my bar and I will sue you." I said SO CALL THE COPS ON A FUCKING CRIMINAL YOU SAVAGE BEAST! CALL 911!

There's tons more and he actually tried to tell me he was only trying to help me but I said "I quit hours ago!"

Last words to him: "Good night. You need to go back to Ethiopia and try to make this kind of money. Drop dead."

Disclaimer, one of the reasons I hate him so much is bc I have a hearing problem and he would constantly berate me by saying "What's the matter, you don't understand English?" Oh fuck, GO HOME!

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The next day I decided I was going to karaoke to sing for the first time ever. Fuck you. Savage.

I rolled up with a box of bananas (I was going to do the Gwen Stefani song originally) to give out, wearing a Cat Woman mask and nothing but lingerie and a Notorious BIG shirt. I promptly started dancing with everybody, shaking hands with all these people I'd served for months, drinking people's beer, spitting beer.

Savage tried to make me leave but I just ran to the stage and sat with the karaoke crew. I asked them to cue up my song please so I could leave. They announced me by name. I almost have no voice entirely from screaming so much. I tried. Friends and customers grabbed the microphones and sang for me while I sang out loud dancing and stripping.

I stopped, grabbed a paper cup and held it in front of a regular holding a pitcher. Ever so slowly he poured me a lager. That's right.

I grabbed my shit, left.

Opened the door again and threw a dollar at Savage saying "Here's a tip for you."

I sat outside waiting for friends to bring me my bananas and purse. Savage tells fucking police he called to get rid of me. Customer sitting there says "She brought a box of bananas. She's a real terrorist." The police do nothing bc there is nothing. Secondly 911 is for emergencies you BASTARD. We pay taxes here.

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This is what I looked like before 911 was called.

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And that's it. I'm moving into an incredible new studio apartment by myself as I finally had enough of the savage asshole roommate I've been killing myself with for over a year. Not even giving him notice. He can keep my deposit and go grab a quarter to call someone for help. On with my fucking life.

I hope you are as well. Happy holidays, happy new year, happy three cheers.

This is the song I did:



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I have begun activist work to bring down this terrorist at 45th and Baltimore. This is West Philadelphia and hard working black people and welfare recipients are the ones who pay the rent and bills at that location. May the unemployed racist now learn what an emergency means.

Peace