This will get buried, but over my many years in hospitality I have encountered a lot of bad co-workers. However this one restaurant I worked in had the worst, three crappy instance's. I will start with the first two worst ones.

Keith - This kid had a plethora of mental health issues, got the job from his dad there who managed the kitchen and he worked the slower shifts. He took an interest in being my friend and I wasn't super interested since I knew we would have nothing in common but I was new to town and he was always inviting me out with his friends so I thought why not. he lived like a half hour away and we leave work together, we go to his house. His friends are not there... his dad who I also work with is though so I felt a little safer but even then his dad was giving me those "you should have not come" eyes. We go to his room where he is showing me his my Little pony collection (he is...like late 20s) and I'm like huh, okay. Then he says there is something he really wants to show me, so I'm like alright and I'm sitting there waiting while he leaves the room for a while. He comes back into the room dressed in a full Texan bell like debutant dress and wig and the whole shabang... I was...shocked to say the least. He started talking like a southern bell and asked me to tie him up and then rescue him because being a damsal in distress was his thing "but not sexual at all" I never had an "oh look at this text here it's a family emergency" so quickly before in my life.

Second incident.

Another cook in the kitchen, Holten. He always stared at me from the kitchen, and I just awkwardly smile and go about my work (I worked front of the house) and one day he finally came up and talked to me when I was finishing my side work. The first thing he asked me was if I was pregnant, I instantly got offended and asked him why on Earth would he think that. (I was not overweight) he just said he was trying to start conversation... I tried to avoid him after that. But he messaged me all the time, I don't know how he got my # but he was always texting me random things very late at night. "It's raining outside and it reminds me of you" kind of stuff. One night I'm staying in watching movies with my then boyfriend when he starts texting me again asking me to come over and hang out with him in his backyard he wanted to make me food... This was the Midwest in the winter. I texted back no, it's too cold and rainy outside not a good idea. He was very insistent and almost started demanding it. I was being snarky too him and said "sure I can come over if my boyfriend can come too" and he replied "absolutely no boyfriend allowed" I was starting to get creeped out and didn't respond he texted a little bit later (it's like 3am at this point) that I should really come over and that he has a secret surprise waiting for me in his backyard. I never went for obvious reasons, I felt like being alive and or unraped but I still wonder to this day just what could have been such an urgent secret surprise at 3am in a winter storm in some random coworkers backyard... I was only 19 years old at the time so I kick myself in the butt like why did I never report any of these people to management??

My boyfriend was pressing me to quit because he was so nervous that I was working there sometimes late into the night after we are closed with this people, sometimes alone with them. If I was alone with them after we were closed my boyfriend came in and sat in there while I finished my side work. They never bothered me when he was in there.

Last one, not as crazy as the other two. But more just like what the heck. Her name was Sonya, I hate her.

She was really really nice at first and we got along just fine until the smallest incident and she made working there a living hell. She was getting ready to leave and I still had a few hours left into my shift, she was cleaning up a bit and stocking everything before she left. I was serving some tables and I got really busy, I probably 12 milkshake orders and we made them a more old fashioned way and it could get messy. In her head she just couldn't leave until the milkshake counter was just spotless... Well I had to serve my customers. She got so mad, she walk away and there be some ice cream on the counter again after I made a couple milkshakes. She ended up yelling in the restaurant "who keeps making milkshakes!?" I was like... "Sonya I am, I have to serve my customers we still have a lot of time left in business hours so it's going to get messy off and on all day, just go home it's okay I got this don't worry about it" like very friendly because maybe she was having a bad day. I totally forgot about it until the next day when she wouldn't talk to me, help with anything and starting gossiping about me to the other servers, to the point they started to hate me. She would purposefully mess up my tickets, or bump in the back pantry, take a plate from my order from the kitchen window so my orders came late or wrong. All over some ice cream on a counter where we made ice cream....

She won, I left. I didn't get paid enough to deal with that level of crazy.