Victoria's Mexican Restaurant is a corrupt restaurant that mistreats their employees. They are slave-drivers. One of the owners, Deisy Ortiz, physically attacked a former employee yesterday. When the cops arrived, she lied to the cops by saying that she felt threatened. I never threatened her. I only told her what a horrible person she is and that it is ridiculous that she refuses to pay me.
I come in to my workplace to get my fair share of pay and instead, I get physically attacked by the manager and owner. Mendoza Deisy Fabiola Valeria Ortiz hit me. After she was done hitting me, she screams at me, "Do you know who I am?!" I know that you are not the Virgin Mary, like you think you are.
You are the most childish, pathetic, ugly, lazy, mean and manipulative person I have met. You are so proud. For what? What could you possibly be proud of? Pride is not a virtue Deisy. Your pride has made you so crazy.
How could you treat me so poorly? I was a great worker. I never did anything wrong to you. I stood up for myself. Big deal. I provided great customer service and I worked my butt off for you. But nobody can ever be good enough for you. It isn't enough that a server in Victoria's has to act as hostess, chip runner, bartender, answer the phone and clean tables on top of being a server, not to mention a ton of side work and cleaning. And you are childish enough to illegally take my measly little 2.75 per hour away from me on my last paycheck. What is your problem? Someone finally told you what you really are and that ticked you off.
I know why you love your mother so much. She never slapped you in the face to tell you how stupid you were to get pregnant at 16 and then marry the jerk that got you pregnant. She has always been so supportive of your stupidity and she has never told you to grow up. You still have a 16-year-old mentality. Your mother obviously doesn't care that you are such a horrible mother either. That you could keep your kids stuck in a restaurant for hours every day and deprive them of a happy and fun childhood. That you don't even pay attention when they run out into the parking lot where anything horrible could happen to them. They could get hit by a car or kidnapped. Do you NOT know that? That you couldn't even give your only precious daughter a proper Quinceanera, but still brag about what a great Quinceanera you had. How pathetic you are. I feel so bad for your children.
You think you are some devoted, good Catholic woman who does not sin and yet, you have so many illegal activities going on in your restaurant. You accuse all of your employees of lying when you are the biggest liar of all. You scam the IRS. You work with two separate identities. You scam the Department of Labor. You pay employees under the table. You physically attack employees. You will never touch me again.
I congratulate you on appearing to be a good little Hispanic Catholic woman that has everyone fooled. If you actually felt guilt or shame about how horrible a mother you are or how horrible a boss you are or how horrible a friend you are or how horrible a person you are, you would change. Therefore, I know that you feel no guilt. You are no good Catholic. I know that you feel no guilt for not giving your daughter a Quinceanera. I know that you feel no guilt for loving your mother more than you love your daughter. If I had told a white woman that she was a shitty mother, she would have hit me then. But you only hit me when I said something about your mom. You didn't seem to care about Jinyee. What else is new? Keep on being twisted in the brain. Keep being childish. Keep thinking that you are a wonderful person. You are someone that has false pride and false actions. You are an unfair person who runs a corrupt restaurant. Do I know who you are? Yeah. You are a sociopath.
Pay me my money, you lunatic.
Sincerely,
Sarah Veteto read more