u/evan2621 shared on Reddit, “Worked a retail job as a cashier. One part of that job was to sign customers up for our (rather predatory) credit card. We were supposed to ask every customer. Well, I was helping a woman and told her she could save money if she signed up for the credit card. She seemed interested, but I could clearly tell that English was not her first language.
“I grabbed a pamphlet and made it abundantly clear that it was a CREDIT CARD, not a rewards account. When she understood, she said, ‘Oh no, not today.’ Understandable. Well, I didn’t know a supervisor was standing behind me. After she left, he asked why I did all of that and if I tried to talk every interested customer out of signing up. When I explained myself, he said, ‘Next time, sign them up. They don’t know any better.’ I handed him my red vest. That was it.”
u/Voidsleets shared on Reddit, “Worked as a cashier in a local shop. One night, two guys came at me with knives, trying to get in the till. I just walked away and said, ‘Have at it.’ It wasn’t worth the minimum wage to get into it with a couple of guys waving knives at me. After they ran out of the store, I picked up my mobile and called the police, then called the store manager.
“The next day, the district manager met me as I turned up for my shift. Her first words were, ‘It was very unprofessional of you to be on your phone while at work.’ I laughed at her and told her she could take this as my notice and walked out.”
u/Minimum_Reputation48 shared on Reddit, “I got mugged during a pizza delivery and came back to the shop, crying and panicked. I had my phone, wallet, and pizza taken. I told my manager what had happened. ‘Are you hurt?’ ‘No, but I lost my phone and wallet. I need to call the police.’ ‘No time for that, here’s your next delivery.’”
And then there’s lying. u/notsurprised92 shared on Reddit, “Asked for a raise and was told okay. The next morning, I was told by the same person who agreed with the raise that I should put a few more years in, and then we’ll talk again. I locked my toolbox at the end of the day and called a tow truck to pick it up. The shop manager was shocked that next Monday to find an empty spot where my tools were and couldn’t understand why I left.”
u/Knuckles316 shared on Reddit, “I was working at one of those stands that sell frozen ice cream droplets. You know the ones. It was at an amusement park. I scooped some ice cream balls into the plastic tray, slid my scoop over the top to knock off the excess ice cream, then handed it to the customer. A wild manager appeared! He told me I didn’t level off the ice cream correctly. Then he took the scoop and small bowl from my hands and leveled it off just like I had. He then dumped it out and made me do it again.
“Mind you; I still had a long line of customers. So I did it again. This time, he also was not pleased and berated me. So now, I was confused as to what I was doing wrong and had a line of customers staring at me, leaving me thoroughly embarrassed. I proceeded to overfill every container and hand them out to each customer while not taking any money from them. Then, I simply walked out to my car and drove home. There is no time when it’s appropriate to scold and reprimand an employee in front of customers.”
u/tvcky69 said on Reddit, “I worked as hard as I could to unload pallets of merchandise. I always thought I was so darn fast. I studied the process, and I believed I perfected it. EVERY SINGLE DAY, my manager came up to me and told me I needed to be faster. So I did, and the fast pace made me lose a little focus, causing me to break a finger.
“I let management know that I might be a little slower due to my injury, and they straight-up told me, ‘We won’t tolerate any laziness.’ They wrote me up when I didn’t meet their ridiculous standards. So I went home after my shift and never returned. Never called, never formally quit. I just never came back.”
u/Cavalleria-rusticana shared on Reddit, “My grandfather, who I considered like a father, passed away after a long stay in hospital. We were closer than he was with his own kids, and our bond was quite special. I spoke to my manager about getting the day of his funeral off — since I was organizing part of the arrangements and having a day or two of bereavement leave — and he agreed.
“The day of the funeral finally came, and the staff started calling me, leaving me messages asking why I wasn’t at my shift. They were telling me, while I was in a suit and hosting family members at the funeral home, that I had to find someone to replace me or would face repercussions. Needless to say, I told them to figure it out and never looked back.”