I hate my job.

I wish I could have the sort of "I don't give a fuck" mentality that my sisters possess, but unfortunantly, I DO give a fuck and want to give a proper two-weeks notice just to secure a good recommendation, and my need for income makes me not do it sooner. I wish so badly that I'd just stop thinking with irrational rationality and would just scream "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID, CRAZY, FUCKED-UP MOTHERFUCKERS, I QUIT!!!!!"
Last night Tom threatened me, telling me I'll lose my job just because he's pissed that I told him not to fucking put his hands on me and try to grope and grab and touch me. I guess my desire for my own personal rights as a human being is just too much to fucking ask. Meanwhile, its ok for him to call me a tramp, a whore, a slut, etc...all because boys come into the restaurant and spend money to see me. I mean, its gaining their fucking restaurant profit, but I guess it makes me a slut to have friends that are male.
So last night, after his little threat and after he told me how easy it would be to replace me, blah blah blah, I told him he's a fucking crazy, stupid motherfucker and ran to the bathroom and cried with hate and anger and feelings of powerlessness. I hate being subjected to abuse and expected to take it with a smile. I wanted so badly to walk out, to hit him, to punch him in the face and throw food all over him. I wanted so badly to stand up for myself, but I'm a fucking coyote with her foot caught...I don't think I like having a boss...I'm going freelance.