Harsh…

My sister, who was struggling to conceive, and had just found out
that the second round of fertility medications had failed, was told
by her boss:

“Good. We don’t need any more like you in this world.”

Bubble Trouble

I worked at a commission only computer store. I didn’t pay rent or
eat if I didn’t make sales. One day I had two young parents who were
seriously considering buying not one but two computers, a sale that
would ensure I not only could pay my rent but also eat that month.
The only thing in my way was their screaming two year old who would
not shut up. I tried giving him a pen and paper but that only worked
for a couple of minutes. So I pulled out this pen that one of the
venders had given us. It was a bubble wand, so I started blowing
bubbles for the kid, while he chased them (only a couple of feet
away) I could talk to the parents. After they left, with two
computers, 2 monitors a printer, scanner, power strips, it was all I
could do to contain my happy dance. My manager came up to me and
asks to see the bubble pen. I handed it to him and he threw it across
the store and said the next time he saw it I would be out of a job. I
asked what was wrong. He said that blowing bubbles was unprofessional
and made him look bad. I pointed out the only reason either one of us
would make commission that day was because of the bubble pen. He got
right up in my face, nose almost touching mine, and told me that I was
insubordinate and would not be getting a commission check that week
as punishment. I quit on the spot.

He Called The Shit Poop!

I left my home for work early one morning and found a paper bag
containing a plastic bag of moist dog poop sitting on the hood of
my car. Attached was a note from the boss instructing me to deliver
said poop to her veterinarian so that he could test it for worms.

Perverted Justice

I used to work at a restaurant on a busy wharf and my boss was a
totally pathetic perv.

He would only hire attractive people, both guys and girls, and if
somebody who was overweight or not up to his standard of beauty came
in and applied he would have them fill out an application and then
throw it away as soon as they left. The ironic thing was that he was
kind of ugly himself. He was gangly and he didn’t really have a chin,
just skin connecting his neck to his face. I started calling him “The
Iguana” behind his back and it instantly caught on with all the other
workers.

He would constantly be making sexual comments and jokes, about the
female customers or waitresses, to the male waiters. He would always
take it too far and get into details about “Oh, what I would do to
her…” None of the guys wanted to hear it but we all were forced to
because he would follow you around and keep talking about his
fantasies, even when you were obviously busy working.

The funniest part? One time he told me that he hadn’t had sex in 7
years because had made a choice to be celibate. For some reason I
don’t think his “choice” had anything to do with him not having sex
for that long since it seemed like he was perpetually horny. That was
about 5 years ago so I’m guessing that at this time it has now been
his “choice” to not have sex for about 12 years.