I Hate This Job
17Ok. I don’t really hate my job.
I want to know what job you have had that you now can’t stand the establishment. I think this is common for people who worked food jobs, but I’m super curious.
Here’s the kicker. I don’t hate any place I’ve worked at. I worked at McDonalds. Loved it. Think it was so important to my learning how to have a job.
Where do you hate?
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Working in the records vault in the basement of bank. I could feel my brains melting and running out of my ears.
I once worked at a computer repair shop for less than a week. I was cleaning up a customer’s old system and installing more RAM when my boss (the business owner) asked me to upgrade the CPU as well so we could charge him four times more for work and bill more time on an easy job. I get that the business was in a small town and struggled to survive, but ripping off the customer isn’t the way to do that. I refused to do the work, call the customer and told them what was happening and quit the job. I don’t think they lasted another month but I still feel bad for anyone who didn’t have a better choice for getting repairs they needed.
Non food job post:
I worked for YEARS as a race team technician in the motorcycle industry. The straw that broke the camel’s back (okay, one of the litanies of things, really) was taking on a manufacturer of bikes (as a dealer) and reporting factory shortcomings TO THE FACTORY reps and getting “oh yeah, we know about that issue” on things. Customers buy an excessively expensive vehicle with excessively high expectations of craftsmanship and we techs are the punching bags when the problems cropped back up.
So now that I’ve seen how these things are built, packaged, and sold, I’ll avoid them for the rest of my life.
@GetClosure Care to share what brand that was?
@cinoclav Luca Scassa raced for them back in 2007 but seldom ever finished a race! Surprisingly the band went on to win the Pike’s Peak Hillclimb, Middleweight Class in 2016 with Krazy Kris Lillegard at the helm. They still compete in WSBK support events but have yet to gain a foothold in the US except for those with fat wallets and the need to own something pretty looking.
@GetClosure Oh wow. MVA. Yeah, not exactly a commonly found brand here. That’s pretty cool. There’s a dealership about 40 minutes from me that carries them but it’s certainly not something I’d even consider.
@cinoclav Bingo! Again, not huge here in the States and not huge in good engineering from the factory.
@GetClosure Typical of Italian cars and bikes. Beautiful designs, questionable quality.
@cinoclav @GetClosure Just saw this a couple of days ago: oil analysis of the factory fill on new bikes.
Guess where the Italians rank?
@blaineg @cinoclav “On a scale of 1-to-Italian.”
Cleaning/housekeeping job from way back when. On contract. Not employee.
Boss routinely cheated employees and screamed obscenities asked insults at us.
Night work for people who needed a second job w flexible hours arvind job so people didn’t have that many choices for alternatives if they quit.
We all did quit tho, over a few months. No one could take it.
@f00l
Follow-up.
I ran into the owner who had hired and supervised me, a few months after I had left the organization, while out shopping.
She complained loudly and extensively about how lazy everyone was, no one wanted to work, they all just quit, me included. She said this forcefully, loudly, in public, to my face.
Then she told me she had solved her problem.
She had some pipeline to a halfway house setup.
She was now hiring only people who had just left jail or prison. Those people were afraid to quit and found it difficult to get hired elsewhere, so she could treat them as she pleased.
@f00l The animal shelter I volunteer at hires from the same places (and they have a CEO management issue as well). Those folks quit left and right. Of course conditions really suck in there too. I’d guess they are far worse than housekeeping. No A/C in the deep south, dealing with dog poop, some of the dogs can bite… (cat folks don’t seem to quit)…
Worked for a towing company and impound lot.
You haven’t seen weird and pissed off people until their car is impounded and they aren’t allowed to get it back without a release from the Sheriff’s Dept. (Also, the storage and towing fees are outrageous and difficult to defend.)
The worst part was seeing cars coming in from deadly accidents.
But the part that makes me hate it is the impound racket.
Back in the late 1990s and early 2000s, I seemed to have done a better “job” helping other customers at Fry’s Electronics than the employees themselves.
“Okay, so can you ring me up?”
“No, I’m just a customer.”
Since I didn’t get a commission, I hated it. OTOH, I also couldn’t let other jerks get away with lying to get a sale either, so I still didn’t shut up anytime someone was looking for help.
How some vertically impaired guy wearing an Animaniacs or Powerpuff shirt automatically gets associated with being a tech geek, I do not know.
@narfcake I miss the glory days of Fry’s Electronics. [pine]
@narfcake
That was normal for Fry’s wasn’t it people were always asking us for help and if I needed help I just asked the most intelligent looking customer standing around
For all that it was really fun to go there
@narfcake
From a widely circulated spoof job app for Fry’s Electronics from back when:
Check one:
ENGLISH is your:
second
third
fourth
next
language.
@f00l
http://www.slacker.org/brandon/frys.html
@narfcake
Yeah that’s the one.
@f00l @narfcake Never had a Fry’s around here, but our rewrite of Radio Shack’s slogan was:
You’ve got questions, we’ve got blank stares.
@blaineg @f00l @narfcake I worked for Rat Shack in the late '70s/early '80s and back then we were the master techs. It was a shame to see it degrade to “Cellphone Shack”.
I was offered a data analyst position with zero experience. it was pretty good because I learned fast and needed the paycheck (single mum at the time). But I was assigned business lead on a project and had one partner to work with - a DBA we called “grouchy” because of his last name and demeanor.
Looking back on it after several more years of project experience, it deserved a Project Manager and/or business lead, one or two business analysts, an SA, and a DBA to really pull it off well.
That project literally haunted me. I started smoking again and had nightmares from stress.
Luckily the company has been through a couple buy-outs and mergers … but if the same culture is still in that management group I would not want to go back.
I hate Tacoma Goodwill Industries. I worked in their online sales department for two years, and it was horrible. They are a “non-profit” but the CEO and managers etc made BANK. They didn’t give a shit about the people who worked there, special needs people out on the warehouse floor were left unsupervised by their managers, but if they didn’t do their tasks they got yelled at. One supervisor used to sleep at her desk daily, and one of the guys she was supposed to be watching over went and used the cardboard crusher alone, which was never supposed to happen. He got caught in the machine and was killed. The company tried to cover it up. This was a long time ago, and there’s a different CEO now, but I still hate them.
@Pony Ohmygawd, that’s horrible! I’ve heard negative things about Goodwill before but not from someone who actually worked there.
@Kyeh The thing to keep in mind with Goodwill is that each region is owned separately, so the one I worked for (Tacoma Goodwill) isn’t the same as Goodwill in Ohio, or California, or wherever. Some of them may be good, and some may be horrible.
@Pony I see; thanks.
@Kyeh @Pony My cousin worked at a Goodwill in Michigan. He is a bleeding heart type person (such a good guy) and he had to quit because of the shenanigans that managers and corporate were pulling. I never found out any specifics because he refuses to actually say it out loud… but to make him made enough to quit it had to be bad.
@mbersiam @Pony That’s sad!
@Kyeh @Pony The work/training programs and the retail operations seem to be really well-run & well-respected here in FtW. Other than the published financials & info from GuideStar, I have no insight into corporate activity.
@compunaut @Pony That’s good to hear. My favorite charity to donate to here supports the local hospice group.
@Pony whoa. That’s crazy. On a more alive note, I was born at Tacoma General Hospital.
Current job is a love/hate relationship. I work in long term care for a non-profit. We have fully independent seniors, actively passing seniors, and everything in-between. My position takes me all over our community and working with people from every department and in every stage of senior life. It’s been a really really rough time with the pandemic. I deeply love our residents and get along well with all of my coworkers, but it’s been emotional and exhausting. We have had staff, seniors, and family members experience, and some lost the covid battle. I have watched many coworkers burn out and leave careers because of the strain this pandemic has put on our line of work. Some weeks are beautiful, some weeks hold the darkest and most depressing moments I’ve ever experienced in a workplace. Lately its been more of the latter, but with the vaccine we finally see some kind of light at the end of this long long loooooong tunnel.
@Ashatash
I think we all owe you and your coworkers. Thanks for doing as much as you’ve been able to do.
@f00l Thank you
@Ashatash Hope things continue to get brighter for you. Keep up the good work. You are making a huge difference in those people’s lives and it matters. Stay safe.
@GBrunner321 thank you for your kind words
@Ashatash I’m also in this line of work. It’s been a tough tough year plus, always trying to appear upbeat and positive for the residents and your teammates. Love to you and your team.
Back in the 80’s, I worked as a Controller for a man who owed a number of shopping centers who was the most unusual man I ever worked for. Among the things I remember were:
When I went in for the interview, he was berating the people who I would be supervising right in front of me. I told him never to say things like that to me or I would quit on the spot. He promised he wouldn’t saying I was better than those idiots. And he never did.
Had me come in on Saturday one day even though I told him I wanted to spend the day with my wife and children. He told me to bring my kids along and when we got there, he took the kids to the arcade in the mall and told them to let my kids play all the games they wanted. Then he told me kids loved him, it was grown ups who hated him.
He always parked her car in a different place every day because some one had taken a shot at him on the Beltway and he was afraid someone might be out to get him.
He wrote numerous memos to the staff about crazy things. One of the more humorous one was that he could never find a pencil on his desk because people kept stealing them so we should get our own pencils and stop stealing his. Another time he said he couldn’t find anyone when he called so if we had to go to the bathroom to let him know so he would know where we were.
I lasted 6 months (I don’t know how) in that job.
Disability insurance claims sucked every last bit of life out of me and the employer itself went out of its way to make things worse
Pshaw. Hate a job? That shit’s amateur.
I don’t hate my job per se. I often mostly like the people; and, to be clear, most of them are good people. And I enjoy some of the things I get to do. I enjoy the general purpose of what I do. I enjoy aspects of the core technology I work with. I like the idea of what I allegedly do. I don’t mind the paycheck (meh, it could be bigger). I like the internet (okay, the last year, I have been paying for my own internet 24-7). And at least I don’t have to pay for all of the devices and software and infrastructure that I get to play with (yes, fuck you, “play with”, but in ways that are useful; we should be playing). I like that I not only get to play with tech, but with ideas and, hallelujah, even words. I love that my bosses–even though they don’t let me do exactly what I want to do–have realized (it took some training) that I’m good at the things I enjoy, so they often throw that shit my way.
I hate “work”. I hate the deadlines, the office politics. I hate the fucking TPS forms and the bulk of the bullshit bureaucracy (I’m a bureaucrat, so I can’t hate it all). I hate redundant timesheets–ha, I started to type “timeshits”; I do hate the timeshits–and billable hours. I hate not being able to tell certain people to fuck off. I hate not being allowed to be transparent more broadly. I hate wasting time going through processes that ostensibly provide accountability and that not only don’t, but tend to do just the opposite, but we have to do it because it’s the law–and the very people who insist on those laws are the first and the loudest to complain about how inefficient we are, but they have no fucking idea what we do or how and why we have to do it the way we do. I hate the people who think I work for them when, no, in fact, I don’t. I hate that we can rarely do things the way they should be done, because IT can’t get their shit together (or sometimes, to be fair, they’re wrestling the same demons we all are and that we all sometimes lose to), because it would look too fancy, because someone with power changed their mind (usually a half dozen times), because it would offend someone, because someone’s going to read too much into it, because we won’t invest in the right tools, etc. I hate not being able to focus on the things I’m genuinely passionate about, like doing my little part with my little words and my little bits of data to help undo generations of injustice, without falling hopelessly behind, yaknow, on TPS forms and shit. I hate that the truly important work doesn’t really pay.
I’d retire, but I have to work a few (several? don’t make me do the math, because it’s depressing) more years before I can do that and not just be poor.
Capitalism and our current labor structures and governments are a glorious shiny turd, that shininess the one crusty table scrap the plutocrats are willing to toss us. But it’s mostly just turd. So I not only hate “work”; I hate the entire fucking economy; I hate the bedrocks of our society; I hate that we pretend we’re the solution, when we’re mostly the problem; I hate the wasted resources, the wasted lives; I hate the shame, the guilt, the greed, the judgment.
But nah, I don’t necessarily hate my job. I might rather do other things, but it’s not so bad.
I have worked for 3 different fast food places. One for maybe 4 weeks because owners lied to me during the interview and coworkers were awful. It was supposed to be about 15 hours a week, reality was half that. I could have dealt with that, a bit put out but fine. Person assigned to train me spent the time on the phone and I got chewed out for not knowing how to close out the next night. Final straw was needing 1 night off. I was told no and someone who asked later got it. Then I was scheduled 2 hours right at the time I had plans. I walked in quit and walked out. Owner sputtering that I couldn’t do that and he would not hire someone who had another job again. Ummm, ok whatever.
I was just out of college and got a job as a Shift Manager at Blockbuster video in the 90’s. College did not prepare me for what weirdness…as in weird people, weird incidents…exists at a video store. People would rent those behemoth vcr’s and the clothes optional tapes…like movies with sex scenes and then keep them past the 24 hours, and you would have to call the customer and ask for both to be returned…hilarious really. “Sir, will you please return 9 1/2 Weeks” so other patrons can enjoy it. People would return their own home movies by mistake…and you had to watch the surveillance video to see if you could recognize that person so we could get the tape back to them…discreetly. Remember it was one way in, ‘round the counters and go out the other door. The door going in did not have a handle on the other side, and we would see people stick their fingers under the door to pull it toward them to get back out…cause they weren’t buying anything or couldn’t figure out the exit. But we got robbed…often, at midnight. They installed a police call button under the counter. Sometimes we would get a heads’ up fax on what the crooks looked like if they hit another store, but it was never timely. Back then crooks wore those long black dusters…jackets…( this was in AZ), and they wanted you to lock the doors if you saw them coming in before they could get in the store. The stress alone from seeing a cowboy guy walk in wearing a duster…drove all of us nuts!!! So we didn’t know if they were crooks or not…and we would lock the doors and stare out all those windows looking at customers who were mad at us and looking back in…and it got to be too stressful cause we eventually had to unlock the doors…they should have hired security for us, but they never did. I was there for 10 months and I think we got robbed 6 times. Mostly they took those big laser discs, the video game machine rentals, candy and other junk food and whatever money they could get.
@Colbyone21 I’ve had that thrill. Managed a store for the Moovies chain. Just closing up at midnight on a Saturday and had the pleasure of a gun in my back. Best part was when the guy commanded I 'put all the money in a bag." Just so happened we didn’t get our order that week and had run out of bags earlier that night. I resorted to a cheap trash bag and hoped all the damn rolls of coins he also wanted would cause it to break open. Oh yeah, good memories there.
Man I used to work at this one place…
Seriously though my first job out of college was at a tiny business that made signs, and the owner was a toilet human and one morning my desk chair was swapped out for one that didn’t have arm rests as punishment because, as his son said, “arm rests make you lazy.” (he’s in jail now)
@Moose omg, they may be related to one of my old bosses…
Ill do a write up tomorrow, but employees were required to clock out/in for bathroom breaks so the owner could keep track of how many and how long. Too much and, well, there were consequences…there is more. So much more
Had a seasonal job that I took knowing I’d hate it since I needed a job. Manual labor in the hot sun with sweat dripping off my eyelashes in the deep south while bent over most of the time standing on cement.
Did what I needed to do. Worked alone (garden center at a big box store, these are contracted out so employee of the plant place, not the big box store), regional manager almost never came to micromanage when she realized all she had to do was show up with no warning and could take her photos for corporate and be gone in 5 minutes. I got best store in the region and was the last one they laid off at the end of the season but OMG that job sucked bricks.
I have had more people I’d never want to work with again and companies I have not worked for but in the same business who I know are unethical and people don’t realize it. I work in HealthCare, and yeah, I have seen it all, but in any industry, people who cheat and commit fraud rake in bucks and those with integrity get their reimbursement cut because of those that have none.
Okay off my soap box - and why healthcare in the private sector only hurts those who need it.
Before I moved to the adult side of the psychiatric hospital I used to work on the kids side and their once was a program which was very stick and loved it.
Over the years I worked their it diminished to a housing unit for children to get out of school or say “i wanna kill my myself bc” either my parents don’t love me or don’t don’t let me do anything. They also started taking some of the worst kids from juvenile detention centers bc they all herd our place was a free for all so they would fake saying their suicidal to get transferred and then the juvenile dentition center refused to take them back and it took out administration to long to catch on and we wound up with a lot of really bad kids. In the end I would go into to work and spend eight hours on in what they called “managements”, basically holding kids down and or strapping them to a bed. I got attacked by a really big girl on day when their was a huge staff shortage and when they called for staff nobody came bc their was no staff in the building to come bc they had all called in sick. It took them probably 25 mins to get her off me while she pulled out chunks of my hair (hair still doesn’t grow on one side of my head right to this day) and she punched me repeatedly in the face. All to end with the fucking bitch of whore director of nursing (one of big people in charge) to bring the girl McDonald’s two hours later. Yeah I hated that job but still had some really good times there. It was good when it was good and absolutely horrible when it was bad.
I worked at a ginormous fruit tree nursery. I worked in the fields making delicious apple trees, and other fruit trees. My job was to crawl down the fields, hundreds of yards long with thousands of little baby trees in each row. I would stop at each tree and make a small “T” shaped incision near the base of each tree with a scalpel. The guy behind me would cut a bud off a branch of another kind of apple tree and insert that bud into the incision I had made. He would then wrap the incision containing the bud with a rubber band to hold it in place and allow the tree to heal. Once that bud started to grow, we would come back and cut the host tree off right above the bud. Voila!; you then had the root stock of a very hardy tree but with less desirable fruit, and the bud of a very delicious but more delicate rooted fruit tree growing out of the base of the less desirable tree. When you go to the grocery to buy apples, peaches, cherries, other fruit trees, you are buying fruit from trees I made.
Oh yeah, the part I hated; this work took place in Spring through Summer. The fields were located out in the middle of nowhere. We had to crawl on hands and knees all day long through rocks and dirt clods. Hornets, Bees, Wasps, Snakes, assorted rodents, and every other biting, stinging, stinking creature accompanied us all day, every day. If it wasn’t brutal sunshine beating you down, it was a rogue thunder storms with killer lightening attacking out of nowhere. There was no shelter, no place to hide. You had to hunker down, fetal position, until the storm passed. After the storms, the sun would come back out and scorch the earth; evaporating the rain into a sauna of humid stinking poop.
I quit and joined the Air Force. The End.
@accelerator Post Script. After joining the Air Force, Special Ops, I crawled around in the stinking humid jungles of Central America, attacked by every stinking, biting critter known to man. I guess making fruit trees wasn’t so bad after all!
@accelerator I gotta say, while your apple and pear trees have done quite well, your cherry and plum trees haven’t produced for shit.
@macromeh You know, last year I got a total of One (1) Cherry from my whole GD Cherry Tree. Although birds may have eaten others. My Plums and Apricots yielded exactly 0 fruits. I can’t blame the trees, it was the weather. I’m looking out the window now at my Plums and Apricots. They are blooming. Guess what will happen next week or two, another hard freeze; no more fruit.
@accelerator
Or, like here in Central AL recently, you will have crazy strong winds/tornadoes that will have enough force to blow EVERY fucking petal off your peach tree blooms…
I have only hated jobs when the people
or culture were toxic.
Last place, the expectation was that everyone worked 8-5 AND stayed until 10, twice a week. That was not stated in my interview. They bought us dinner, but I was salary, so no overtime. I lasted a month.
I haven’t actually worked outside of the house since 1986, but I’m the bookkeeper for my husband’s business. He used to work in construction, then the economy tanked in mid 2000 decade and there wasn’t much call for a high end glass installer.
So, he started another company at my urging, doing something he loves. Making custom hydraulics for tractors. His shop is here at home.
And I can honestly say I hate doing the shipping labels to Canada. So much extra stuff.
Most of my bad jobs haven’t been at businesses that a typical individual could be a customer of. (think power plant design, or construction equipment manufacturing)
However, I very rarely eat fish after working one summer at a fish farm. The job was very physical and tough which was ok, but the smell was terrible and took days to leave my skin.
@fibrs86 I worked for the state G&F. Party of my job included visiting all the fish hatcheries, and spending a day or two learning what they did. Last day there, I helped spawn brown trout, and then had to drive 10+ hours in a snow storm. Highway closed, so had to spend an extra night on the road, with no clean clothing. Made it to the office the next day, stinking of fish water. No one cared, but I wasn’t happy.
Can’t say I’ve ever really HATED any of my jobs. I’ve definitely hated a CEO or two who refused to give inflation/cost of living raises while doubling their pay, laying people off, and screwing the company. Managers playing politics/getting in the way of doing things.
And some BS parts of jobs. Some of which are more annoying than measuring spacing between corn seedlings. But on the whole the people I work directly with/under/over have been pretty good.
One of my jobs as I worked my way through college in the mid-80’s, was as a night manager at Radio Slack. I mean Shack
On many levels, that job was surreal.
Where do I start?
I had to pass a polygraph test to get the job. Perhaps understandable because of my making night deposits, but I recall them asking more than a few totally impertinent questions. (And I don’t mean “control” questions…)
Back in the day, individual stores had to conduct a physical inventory at least semi-annually, & report the store stock’s $ value to district & regional management. This involved counting literally every single item in the store, not just the ‘big items’, like amplifiers, turntables, speakers & CB radios, but you had to sort through & count each battery, screw, knob, resistor & capacitor hanging on each peg in the store manually - no bar code scanners or anything like that. They must have had somewhere north of 8,000 individual numbered items to count.
And if the store stock’s $ value wasn’t where the district management thought it should be, or if any particular item of value was unaccounted for after an inventory, the store employees were given the third degree, and often more polygraphs…
(Nothing there was even of decent quality. It was “the Woolworths of electronics” after all, but even so, there were always shoplifters lurking. And some didn’t even bother to lurk…)
You had to manually fill out a “carbonless” sales slip for each transaction made, (anybody remember those neon green triangular R.S. pens?), and were expected to include on it the customer’s name & address at the top, and a line for each unique item purchased. (Early data mining by R.S. & Tandy)…
You’d be surprised how hostile some customers could get when asked their name & address when they’re buying a lantern battery, or a fuse, or some speaker wire.
Maybe they were all making bombs!)
(Hey…
My manager told me to randomly enter people from the local phone book onto customer receipts when the “in-store customer was uncooperative”. (The district managers wanted their “data”…)
You had to use Tandy’s “sophisticated” TRS-80 Computer system attached to a 10 MB external hard drive the size of a vintage VCR, and a 600 baud acoustically coupled dial-up modem to communicate with the Tandy Corporation every night, reporting each day’s sales, to someone, somewhere in Texas. Not infrequently, the modem didn’t properly release the phone line after completing the transmission of the daily report, even though you manually switched not one, but two toggle switches on the POS modem. The way you became aware of this problem was a phone call from the burglar alarm company at home informing you that the alarm system wasn’t online, necessitating a 20 minute drive back to the store at 1 or 2 AM, to manually reset the modem again, so it released the phone line to the alarm dialer. (And since I lived 15 minutes closer to the store than the store manager, the alarm company called my house first…)
I could go on, but think perhaps I’ve already said too much!
@ELJAY that was a long but interesting read. Radio shack was useful at some points. Probably long after your example for me. At Purdue we also had a local electronics shop that had components plus buying from the lab. I have no idea where Id be able to go out and get a bit now. Pretty much have to order online I think. But low volume is never cheap
@ELJAY
@cinoclav @ELJAY
I knew a guy who was manager at a less than wonderful RS location in the 1970’s
Basically, he made so little that he ate peanut butter and crackers. His family and friends were always bringing him food or cooking for him.
He worked something like 80 hours out week, trying to make the store “work”.
Didn’t happen.
I don’t know that I’ve hated my job. I’ve had companies and owners and superiors that my personality wasn’t a good fit for.
Personally, I think that if you don’t like your job, then it’s time to change it. And why delay ? Life is too short to spend it on an unloved job. Am I not right ?
@leahhem You gloss over the nuance of wanting/needing to stay for a litany of reasons. Good people, for example, or a certain perk or benefit (this is America, after all where healthcare is usually tied to employment) that isn’t as common in other places. That’s tantamount to saying “you’re depressed? Just be happy and you’ll be all better!”
@GetClosure I’m betting @leahhem loves their job necroposting and bringing shady links to forums, and we’ll find out more about it soon ?
I had two jobs where I was bullied by coworkers. The first at a small town grocery store. Not only was I the target of the bully, I was also in a bad marriage which made it even worse. Small town where everyone knows your business.
Finally got out of the marriage and the karma bus hit my bully. Her husband was arrested and served time in prison for running back odometers on the used cars he was selling at his car dealership. The whole store was so sympathic but me.
The second, I was bullied by not one but two managers. My direct team lead and senior manager. Despite doing my job well and getting good reviews, these two just had it out for me. One day, I was sitting at my desk and couldn’t stop crying. Went to a conference room, called my doctor and managed to get an appointment. Sent email stating I was leaving for doctor’s appointment. At the doctor’s office, got a prescription for antidepressants. Next day, reply email from team lead, “I don’t recall you getting permission to leave for the day”. I so wanted to scream “FUCK YOU!!” across the office at her. Three months later, I got laid off and thanks to the meds, I was too numb to care.