I work in fast food part-time. One day one of the younger cashiers
went to the assistant manager to complain that for the past two weeks
one of the dishwasher guys had been spontaneously grabbing and
“hugging” her whenever she had to go in the back for stock, and he’d
try to cop a feel under the guise of the hug. The assistant manager
said “You mean this kind of hug? Or this kind? Or this way?” and
proceeded to hug/grab the cashier. The third time he actually touched
her breasts. The cashier was so shocked she ran out of the store
crying. The assistant manager saw me standing there dumbfounded and
said “You didn’t see a damn thing” and walked away.

The next day the regional owner walked in, took the assistant manager
outside for a talk, and then the owner came back in and asked me
“Exactly what is it he swears you didn’t see?”
Other than him fondling the UNDERAGE cashier and refusing to deal
with the dishwasher who’d been harassing her for weeks? Other than
that, not a thing.

The regional owner went in the back, asked the dishwasher to step
outside with him to where the assistant manager was waiting, and we
didn’t see the three of them again that night, and never saw the
dishwasher or assistant manager again. Amazingly, the cashier didn’t
sue.

I worked for a boss who wasn’t so much of a tool as much
as she was a monster when it came to the legality of things. We
worked for an insurance claims agency, and she happened to have LOTS
of friends getting LOTS of discounts on their insurance. I was
suspicious to say the least.

A year passed, and I found out that this woman had one hobby: telling
EVERYONE about her sex life. I will never go a day without hearing
this haunting line:

“Sweetie, you really don’t know good sex ’til you’ve had a man
filling up everyone hole at once!”

It gives me nightmares. Seriously.

Anyhow, as the summer started coming around, accident season was upon
us (teenagers and adults going on vacation, more driving, etc). I saw
her making some personal changes to a lot of files. When I asked her
what she was doing, she told me she’s looking over the accident
reports for a few friends, looking for errors.

This would have all been legal, had she not been trying to do more
than look; she was making corrections and making it look like her
friends weren’t at fault when they were.

I told her this is illegal, and I got the second gem out of her since
I’d worked there:

“Well, we ALL do things illegal. I know everything that happens in
this office, and I know you do illegal things, too.”

When I asked her to provide evidence, she told me to back off. When I
didn’t back off, she threatened to fire me. When she threatened to
fire me, I threatened to report her on a grand number of charges.
She called my bluff and fired me. A week later, she was seen on local
news, pleading guilty in court for fraud and a plethora of fun
charges.

I got employed two weeks later at an insurance company that doesn’t
completely suck.

Over the Christmas season, I worked at a store that sold kitchen
gadgets. My boss was young and very prone to moodswings. I survived
November and December there, despite getting reprimanded severely on
one occasion for “being bossy”.

Come January, my boss called me and said that if I were to continue
working there, my hours would be cut down to “maybe” one shift a week
and that if I wanted to find another job, that would be fine. I told
her I would think about it and let her know my decision. After about
a day, I called her back to tell her that I was indeed going to look
for another job. She then proceeds to start literally screaming at
me, telling me that I had just made a huge mistake and that I would
be sorry, that nobody would want to hire me because I was only 16,
and that I was “betraying” her. She also told me that she was very
upset that I had changed my employment status on my Facebook to
“unemployed” which she had found out about via the assistant manager,
a friend of mine on Facebook. I sat there in shock, really not knowing
quite what to do. Needless to say, I ended up finding another job in
about two weeks. I have not regretted leaving that place for a
second.

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For the past few months, I have been working at a large chain of
grocery stores. Every day I have been scheduled; I arrive half an
hour early just in case they need me on the floor beforehand, have
never called in sick and get along with most of my coworkers.

My bosses are a pain. I have five bosses above me and only three
really like me. My supervisor absolutely hates me because I was
upstairs one day after clocking out (we have to clock out within two
minutes before or after our shifts of we have to be overrided)and was
getting changed in the washroom (I am a female, by the way). Suddenly,
I heard the door open and my MALE boss enters the washroom, screaming
at me about clocking out a minute before my shift was supposed to be
over. I polietly asked him to give me a moment to finish changing and
we could talk about it, but he insisted that we talk about in the
washroom. He called me a coward for not wanting to come out of the
stall I was in, told me I was “Stealing time the company doesn’t
have” and went on a long, five minute rant about learning how to
clock in and out.

When I finally exited the stall, he was still there, waiting for me.
I could have screamed at him for invading the women’s washroom, which
I believe we all learned in preschool not to do, I could have screamed
at him about how I had been spat on by customers, had my foot ran over
by a womans wheelchair, screamed at him about how the other supervisor
wrote me up for “Not cleaning up properly” when I was new to the
department I had been transfered too, but I didn’t. He looked me dead
in the eyes and asked me what I thought would happen.

“I quit” came from my mouth. I should have told him to shove it and
called the store manager (Who was right down the hallway in his
office) about how he had invaded the womans washroom.

My first job as a teenager was a fast food place that is rather well
known for their breakfast biscuits (and at the time, their chicken).
While I could tell a thousand stories from working there, there was
only one that ever made me really hate the job.

Middle of the summer, not long after school let out, I was actually
scheduled to work a day shift since the labor laws allowed me more
hours. I came in for an 8-5 and unfortunately got stuck running the
drive thru window. Generally the management was awesome to work with,
but today, they were being very quiet and secretive and ignoring the
employees (or at least they ignored me). Not only did they keep to
themselves, they didn’t give me one break (bathroom, food, nothing)
all day. Imagine 8-5 in a rush because for some reason, it happened
to be one of our busiest days. By three o’clock, every manager that
worked for that store was in the store, and they all gathered in the
office and shut the door for the next two hours. The only time we saw
them again during that time, was when they were out gathering
information for themselves, and only for a minute or two at a time.

Finally, I’d had enough, my shift was ending, and the management
hadn’t given a crap about me all day, so I found the employee that
was coming in for the night shift, and handed over the drive thru
headset and clocked out. It’d been 9 hours and I was tired, hungry,
and had to pee. I went and knocked on the office door to at least let
them know I was leaving. They curtly acknowledged and shut the door
again. After grabbing a sandwich and a drink, I left to go home. I
had plans that night with my girlfriend and really didn’t want to be
around any longer after a crappy day like that.

A couple of hours later, I get a phone call from work. They wanted me
to come back in to work. I firmly but politely told them that I’d
worked well beyond my hours today and hung up the phone. A few
minutes later, I get another call begging that I come back to the
store to help.

Come to find out, the management had been in the store all day
because they were shutting down the store, effective at 9pm and they
wanted everyone to come in and help pack up and pull everything out
of the building. Not only had I worked my balls off all day, now they
wanted me to come in and help lose my job. I found out later that
they’d offered the management and a few of the employees the chance
to transfer to other stores, but the rest of us were just without
jobs.

I reminded them again that I’d already put in more hours than
required and gave them several choice words for treating me the way
they did, and went back to enjoying my evening with my girlfriend.