Taco bell vive mas live more

A few years back I as working at Taco Bell. At first I really enjoyed my new job. I was happy for about 6 months and all of a sudden my boss started getting jealous of me and I didn't know why. The business started picking up as my Mexican friends found out that I worked there. They couldn't speak English very well and I spoke broken Spanish. I also brought in a lot of other visitors there as I was the cashier. She (my boss) started making me work every Sunday and from open to close which was a no-no. I didn't get my overtime money. My cousin had gotten into a wreck and almost killed them. The hospital was just across the street and I wanted for about 30 minutes to check on my family. It was almost time for me to go home and my boss told me that I had to work overtime. I was upset but I didn't let anyone know. I asked could I have 5 minutes in the cooler and that was allowed. I was still bubbly like I always was. Ok in 2 weeks my cousin's husband passed away and I asked could I go to the funeral. Well guess what! I was told no in no uncertain terms. I said ok and asked for 5 minutes in the cooler and I was granted my request. Three days later I was fired for being too happy. I was told that it was impossible to be as happy as I was all the time. To make a long story short, the business went downhill and they had to close that branch of Taco Bell. You never know what you have until you lose it.