Was stocking shelves overnight at Toys 'R' Us for the holidays and was told I had to carry two adult bicycles up the ladder at a time. I remind them that that's against training, they respond if I don't I'm fired. I do it, strain my back and ask to sit down to get some Ibuprofin. They fire me for "drug use on the job".
After a lengthy period with heart issues (arrhythmia) I came back to work after 2½ months away. But things were just.....not the same for me. I couldn't focus on anything - it felt as if I had never been there before and had to start all over from scratch. Several times I 'shut down' just standing there, unable to do anything, so colleagues had to physically grab me with a "why aren't you doing anything? Get to work!" command. In the end I felt so foreign to everything that I went to the management and said "listen, fire me or just let me go - I have NO motivation to work here anymore."
When I was young I was still getting out of a toxic childhood. I had some AWFUL jobs. The first was for a TV film making company. The wife was an alcoholic and the husband once talked to me about my future while he lay under a crochet blanket feeling himself. The next was a fibreglass shop and I never understood or liked it. The worst was a hotel. In 8 months I had a breakdown, went back to work, got 2nd degree burns, went back - finally they fired me and my parents found the money so I could continue my schooling. My first job after I graduated high school - I had anorexia and had another breakdown a year later. When I was recovering I told myself I needed to come out as gay if I was going to have a life. Life got a lot better. I now have a husband (32 years so far) an MA in psychotherapy and money. I lost various jobs, but somehow I have made something of life generally. Love you all.
They set unreasonable performance expectations that hinged almost entirely on things out of my control. The things that were in my control, I met or exceeded expectations every single review period. The stuff that wasn't, well...and guess what they weighted more? Got tossed on my ass after three months. Have a different job with slightly less pay, but I'm much happier and it's clear my boss, the boss' boss, and my colleagues all appreciate me.
For choosing quality product over toxic positivity and for not being a "team player." The rest of the workers sucked and didn't care about the work, but omg, everyone LOVED sharing b/s pics of their kids/dogs/etc. and saying "Good morning" to the team in our local chat. I'm on the spectrum - I don't do that stuff. I am good at my job, though. When I asked for accommodations, my boss lied to my face that I didn't have to attend meetings or be toxically positive. Fired a week later.
Those were the droids... Those were the fucking droids... Dank Farrik, how could I screw up this bad...? Hand me another death stick, pal. Those are my only happiness in this dustball now...
Was stocking shelves overnight at Toys 'R' Us for the holidays and was told I had to carry two adult bicycles up the ladder at a time. I remind them that that's against training, they respond if I don't I'm fired. I do it, strain my back and ask to sit down to get some Ibuprofin. They fire me for "drug use on the job".
I hope you sued. I know they have since gone out of business but, that's wrong since the injury was due to something that your boss told you to do.
After a lengthy period with heart issues (arrhythmia) I came back to work after 2½ months away. But things were just.....not the same for me. I couldn't focus on anything - it felt as if I had never been there before and had to start all over from scratch. Several times I 'shut down' just standing there, unable to do anything, so colleagues had to physically grab me with a "why aren't you doing anything? Get to work!" command. In the end I felt so foreign to everything that I went to the management and said "listen, fire me or just let me go - I have NO motivation to work here anymore."
When I was young I was still getting out of a toxic childhood. I had some AWFUL jobs. The first was for a TV film making company. The wife was an alcoholic and the husband once talked to me about my future while he lay under a crochet blanket feeling himself. The next was a fibreglass shop and I never understood or liked it. The worst was a hotel. In 8 months I had a breakdown, went back to work, got 2nd degree burns, went back - finally they fired me and my parents found the money so I could continue my schooling. My first job after I graduated high school - I had anorexia and had another breakdown a year later. When I was recovering I told myself I needed to come out as gay if I was going to have a life. Life got a lot better. I now have a husband (32 years so far) an MA in psychotherapy and money. I lost various jobs, but somehow I have made something of life generally. Love you all.
They set unreasonable performance expectations that hinged almost entirely on things out of my control. The things that were in my control, I met or exceeded expectations every single review period. The stuff that wasn't, well...and guess what they weighted more? Got tossed on my ass after three months. Have a different job with slightly less pay, but I'm much happier and it's clear my boss, the boss' boss, and my colleagues all appreciate me.
For choosing quality product over toxic positivity and for not being a "team player." The rest of the workers sucked and didn't care about the work, but omg, everyone LOVED sharing b/s pics of their kids/dogs/etc. and saying "Good morning" to the team in our local chat. I'm on the spectrum - I don't do that stuff. I am good at my job, though. When I asked for accommodations, my boss lied to my face that I didn't have to attend meetings or be toxically positive. Fired a week later.
Sue Sue sue
@@BoomyShakes Good thought, but I just wanted out and I got some severance, so I got that going for me.
@@dariawells7438 No no, sue. Listen, this is workplace harassment and fucking wrongful termination
Not having a filter over my mouth
Prices go up regardless. Get your ice cream
This was beautiful
Those were the droids... Those were the fucking droids... Dank Farrik, how could I screw up this bad...? Hand me another death stick, pal. Those are my only happiness in this dustball now...
they found the sweat jar