We were convinced that my boss was bipolar. She only worked
two days a week (Tuesdays and Thursdays), so it wasn’t as hard to
deal with. She was known for nitpicking everything and looking for
any mistake that had been made or any detail that had been missed.

One Thursday, she comes into the office on one of her tirades. Of
course, since we shared an office, she drilled me for about 2 hours
until she found something, then had the talk with me about slacking
off and not doing my job properly.

Her next work day in the office was a Tuesday. She came in with a
smile, a large coffee and a $100 Target gift card for me, with the
note, “Keep up the great work!”

I’m still perplexed.

During an exit interview (aka, being fired), I told my boss and the
HR director that I was currently doing the job of 4 people and that
is why I’m recently always tired and late and blah blah…

The HR director’s response: “Well if you’re not comfortable doing 4
people’s jobs, then you shouldn’t work here.”

As a teenager, I worked the afternoon shift at a very busy coffee
shop that would often have line-ups to the door even in the summer.

One very hot July day, the repairman had been in to fix the air
conditioner, and finished at the same time that the Manager was
locking up her office for the day before going home. (They only had a
Manager for the morning shift back then.)

A couple of hours later, we realized that not only was it still hot,
but it was getting hotter! The repairman had actually switched on the
HEAT instead of the air conditioner! We called the manager, but she
refused to come in to unlock the office door where the controls were,
as she had finished her work day. When we mentioned that one of the
girls had fainted from the additional heat of the dishwasher when she
opened it, she told us we could each have one free bottle of water,
but that she was not coming in.

Customers refused to sit inside, and a couple of them actually came
back to bring us a watermelon or popsicles out of pity! One customer
at the drive-thru complained at the heat blasting out at him, while
we stood there by the six pots of coffee and hot soup. We survived
the shift, mostly by rotating turns to go stand inside the walk-in
freezer, or run to the back for a bite of watermelon when we had the
chance!

I work as a nurse in a long term care facility.
Upon waking up, I felt a bit off color, but decided to suck it up
and head into work, knowing that being short staffed is no fun. I
struggle along for about 45 minutes, and then I do it: I vomit, in
front of one of my residents. Lucky for me, I caught it in my hand,
which caused it to backsplash down my scrub front.

Covered in vomit, I left the room and asked a coworker to cover for
me, while I continued puking up breakfast. While heaving into the
toilet, I peed my pants (I’ve had two children, and bladder surgery-
it happens!)

Now covered in both vomit and urine, I go to my boss to let her know
that I’m soiled and can’t possibly continue to work.

Her response? “You’re not allowed to leave until we get someone to
replace you.”

She made me continue to do personal care in direct contact with residents, while covered in urine and puke, wearing a johnny shirt over my clothes. An hour later, when still no one had come in to takeover, I burst into tears, in front of some of my residents. I then get hauled into her office, and sent home for ‘unprofessional behaviour’.

I tendered my resignation two days later.

I work for a German Chef at a hotel. This particular chef believes he
is the best everything ever and can never be challenged.

One day, he got into it with an apprentice working for me claiming
that you “always put cream into a volute(sauce)” Knowing this is
false, the apprentice declares that’s not how he was taught. Chef
then grabs Escofier’s cook book (the father of modern cuisine)and
instructs the apprentice to read the recipe for Volute. When the chef
is proven wrong, he has the audacity to say “the book must be wrong.”

I had to shake the cartridges in our printer after telling my boss
for weeks it was low. Somehow in that process, I messed up the
delicate balance he had going with a cartridge he’d broken
previously. My boss was COMPLETELY overreacting about the state of
the broken printer, stomping around the room, yelling, and acting
like a child. To highlight his outrageous overreaction, I stated, “I
broke the printer; I might as well kill myself now.”

My boss, without missing a beat, said in front of the entire office,
“Maybe you should.” The entire office went silent.