I work at a company that focuses primarily on college attire in a
stricly college town. One organization called our company to get a
donation. The preceeded to call, and call, and call, and then call
some more. Not only did this one lady call a million times to check
on her donation, she had her son call, and call, and call, and then
email. It was amazing. Finally after shipping out their donations my
boss said…

“I got tag-teamed by an awful mother/sun duo.”

Many years ago I was a young stupid high school student who believed
everyone, even bosses, was really good deep down, and no one was ever
truly malicious.

Then I got a job at a casual dining restaurant, and the owners did me
the favor of changing that. I had some unexpected medical problems and
had to take time off for doctors’ visits. I always gave at least a
week’s notice, but would routinely get yelled at for missing shifts.
After that I always made sure I watched the owners write my requests
on the calendar.

I had to take a full week off for family business, and I told the
owners a full month ahead of time. I watched them write down the
dates on the calendar. Then when the schedule came out, I had shifts
every day of my week off. The owners told me I lied to them about
requesting time off, and showed the calendar for proof. My request
was there, but clearly had been erased.

The next job I had, I made sure the scheduler only used pens.

This is something I remember from a job, many years ago. I was
working at a Mexican restaurant, at the time. There was one
particular manager that you either liked him or hated his guts.
Seemed like there was no middle ground.

Everyone that worked in the kitchen, as well as the bus boys, always
got along with him. We could joke with him & everything. A few of us
would get off the clock meetings with him, in the cantina, which
usually involved getting drunk.

Anyway, the waitresses never seemed to get along with the manager.
During one shift, it started coming out that one of them was accusing
the manager of stealing money out of her purse, which was in the break
room. The break room was hardly secure. Anyone could easily get in
there, rummage through a few things & bail out before getting
caught.

Many of us had serious doubts about the accusation, as there was no
real proof (none that any of us knew about). The manager was
eventually fired over the incident.

I didn’t think much of it, long after that, knowing that he would
recover pretty quickly, anyway.

A few years had gone by when I saw this same boss on the news.
Apparently, on the next job he took, it didn’t take him long to start
embezzling money from the job. Over the course of 2 years, he managed
to swipe somewhere between $250,000-$300,000.

My boss is quite the idiot. She brought in chocolate, peanut butter,
and cream cheese brownies for a co-workers birthday yesterday. I will
admit that they were quite good. An employee came in asked what was in
it, she told him. He joked that he was allergic to peanuts. (He’s
really not, it’s just his weird attempt at being funny). Anyway, she
said, “Oh you don’t have to worry, I made it with creamy peanut butter
not the chunky kind.”

I once worked for a very small company and ran the office. The
President/Owner of the company was such a horrible man that he made
grown men cry, on more than one occasion. But my worst story happened
when my grandfather died.

When I called my boss to let him know I would be taking the week off
for the arrangements and the funeral, he told me that no one needed
that much time off for a funeral. This was after I told him I had to
drive 10 hours up to my hometown. He expected me to only drive up the
night before the funeral and then drive back as soon as it was done.
After I explained that this was impossible because I needed to attend
the wake and the service, not to mention help my parents and
grandmother out with the arrangements, he finally agreed to give me
the week off. The second day that I was there, he called me and
proceeded to scream at me for leaving and not telling him how long I
would be gone. For 15 minutes he screamed about how I was lucky to
have this job and that if I didn’t come back immediately I wouldn’t
have it. I told him that I would be back in a week and if that
required me quitting than so be it. He immediately got contrite and
asked what my grandmothers address was so he could send flowers. I
was dumbfounded.

I got back the next week and he proceeded to berate me in front of
our entire sales staff for being lazy and inconsiderate. I gave him
my notice immediately.

I found out later from one of the sales guys that not a single
employee, either outside sales or office employees stayed more than a
month after I left.

I once worked in the deli/bakery area of a small, family-owned
grocery store. The owner tried to enforce a policy that required us
to make use of items that couldn’t be sold. We had overripe fruits
and vegetables, a case of shelled walnuts that had been stored near
laundry detergent, making the nuts soapy tasting, a pack of franks
with TEETH MARKS in it, unlabeled cans, all kinds of stuff that had
passed expiration date. We were expected to “do something” with all
of this stuff, and heaven help the employee who got caught throwing
anything away. Once, we had several unlabeled cans that turned out to
be SpaghettiO’s. We had to put them in a container in the deli case and
try to sell them like that. The store eventually went out of business
for some reason. Go figure.