Eat Mor Chikin

I worked as the Unit Marketing Director for a local fast food chicken
restaurant. Over a year after being hired, I was diagnosed with
cancer. I only missed one day of work while undergoing chemo, then when
I began radiation I was feeling very tired all of the time. My boss
called me into his office and told me that I needed to seriously take
stock of my “situation” and “leave my condition and my attitude at the
door” whenever I came to work at his restaurant. He then began to cut
my hours. A job that initially began at 28 hours a week went to 18,
then to 13 hours per week. When I finally quit because it wasn’t even
worth my time to go in for such a low amount of hours, he told me “When
you feel better, I hope you’ll come back to work for us.”

I <3 Cookies

I was working as a stockroom mangager for a rather upscale furniture
store. Often I would be called upon to run the registers while the
store manager would take his break.

One afternoon I brought a plate of peanut butter  & chocolate chip cookies
that my wife had made in for everyone to share. While I was out on the
sales floor helping a rather snobish lady at the cash register, the store
manager walked out of the backroom with a half eaten cookie in his
hand. He walked up to me at the register, completely ignored the
lady, opened his mouth and stuck out his tounge which was covered in
half-chewed cookie. If that wasn’t disgusting enough, he then said
“This is what it looks like when you lick someone’s asshole!”

I barely got the lady’s purchases rang up before he did it to the
associate that had just walked in the door.

Did You Say Steak?

While in high school I worked as a manager in a 24 hour resturant. The
owner called at 4 a.m. on a Saturday morning to ask if I needed anything.
I told him that we were out of T-bone steaks. He asked how many we
had left and I said 6 or 7. He said, “Collect the bones and scrap
the meat of the bones and put a New York strip steak next to the
bone.”
I refused to do so and told him later on that we didn’t have any more
orders for T-bones that morning.

Cake Boss

I was the Executive Pastry Chef of a five star hotel. I worked 16-20
hrs a week 7 days a week. I had one student helper. I was responsible
for 300 turn down cookies, 12 plated desserts and all their
components, 300 petite fours, 100 tuxedo strawberries, muffins
danish, ice creams and sorbets, plus banquets afternoon tea for 100.

The Executive Chef was a drunkin psycho!
One day I had a heart attack. As I was in the ER being worked on, he
called the ER to ask what time I was coming in. I was allowed 2
days off to recover and when I came back he made my work even harder
by informing me I needed to put 14 new petite fours on rotation and
that we needed to have different desserts at lunch time. He gave me 2
days to come up with all the new menu items.

I walked out.