It finally happened, I quit on day 1

Started working at a healthcare facility where lots of our clients have medical conditions, including autoimmune deficiencies, and, in turn, they have very specific dietary restrictions and, of course, allergies and all that. They regularly schedule 13-hour days and require working holidays and weekends, which is fine; tbh I didn't love it, but work is work, ya know? As soon as the “Chef” in charge realized I knew what I was doing, he saddled me with ALL the prep, and during service (breakfast, lunch, and dinner) he had me run entrees while he sat on his phone or chatted with co-workers at the salad station. I think he made maybe 4 salads and a couple sandos all day. What really made me quit was how I prepped shellfish for dinner. When I came back, he had wiped down the counter with a dry paper towel and was putting down bags of raw chicken (which were leaking) onto our prep counter, and he flipped over the cutting board because, apparently, that means it's clean now in his mind. So I said to him, “Lemme clean the table first. Where do you keep your sanitizer and soap?” and he acted as if I had just badmouthed his mother. Not to mention I was the only non-Haitian person working there, and my French/creole ain't the best, but I could understand enough to know they didn't want me there and that they kept shit-talking me, which is always fun. Cherry on top, before he sent me on break, he said, “ ok tomorrow I'm not going to help you at all. I'll be here in case you need something.” Like, that wasn't exactly what he did today. I said, " Sure, see you when I come back from break and I went home and never went back. There was a lot more wrong with that place but this is already too long so I'll leave it at that.

TLDR: “chef” made me do all his work day 1 when he sat back and did nothing while giving zero fucks about any sort of standards for food prep or cleanliness in the kitchen.