I worked as a dishwasher in a restaurant, but every day I was forced to wash already clean dishes: one day I found out what was really going on in that restaurant and I was horrified 😱😱
I lived in terrible conditions. I barely had enough money to feed my children, and I’d take any kind of work just to make a little extra cash. Every morning began with anxiety: what to do for breakfast when the refrigerator was almost empty, and what to dress the children in the following day.
One day I came across a strange ad on the internet: “Restaurant looking for a dishwasher. High salary + bonuses. “
The offer seemed too tempting, but I had no choice. I agreed, even though I’d never heard of that restaurant before.
It was located on an old street in the city, in a semi-abandoned area. But when I arrived for the interview, I was surprised: everything inside looked luxurious, rich, and even pretentious. I was hired immediately, without any questions.
However, already on my first day on the job, I noticed something strange. Suspicious people were coming into the restaurant: expensive suits, cold stars. Sometimes they didn’t even order anything—they’d just sit down at a table and leave a few minutes later.
But the strangest thing was that they kept bringing clean plates to the sink and telling us to wash them. I saw the cooks at work—they were preparing mountains of food, but most of it immediately ended up in the trash.
One day I couldn’t stand it and asked:
— Why wash already clean plates?
The manager looked at me sharply and replied dryly:
– It’s none of your business. It’s mine. You’re paid for this.
I felt terrified. Everything seemed wrong, but the salary was too good, and I tried to keep quiet.
And yet, one day I accidentally overheard a conversation between the manager and one of the guests, and everything became clear.
I secretly overheard the manager’s conversation with one of the guests and finally understood everything.
The restaurant was merely a front: secret deals were conducted in its basements, huge sums were laundered through the establishment’s accounts, and the food and “clean plates” were merely a show to disguise the situation.
Seemingly expensive dishes were simply thrown away because the restaurant’s real purpose was to run fictitious orders and reports for banks.
When I realized this, I panicked. I knew that any moment now and I would be drawn into their shady dealings myself. The very next day, I quit without even taking my last paycheck.
The money wasn’t worth the horror that lurked behind the shiny sign of an “elite restaurant.”
