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.”