This was years ago, I was working a supervisor position at a certain green mythical sea lady themed coffee chain. I was sitting in the parking lot before my shift enjoying a shitty chili dog from sonic way more than I should have been. Previously that day, I’d recieved a text from my manager asking me to go in early, I elected to ignore it, I’m off the clock I have no obligation to text back or even acknowledge the message. Back to the chili dog. So, I’m scrolling through my phone and I see a message in the group chat for my store where someone asked some kind of question, probably something was broken idk. I replied with an answer and immediately had a text from my manager that said something along the lines of “how you gon reply to that after ignoring me all day?”
I walked in and gave him a shaky nervous lecture (I have really bad anxiety and hate confrontation) about how he doesn’t own me or my time when I’m off the clock, he has no authority over me when I’m off the clock, and it’s bullshit that he’d be whining in my inbox about petty stuff like that when he could’ve talked to me in person about it five minutes later when my shift was scheduled to start. I ripped the key off my chain and threw it at the ground in front of him and said to “work the shift your fucking self”.
Yeah, I was immature. There were a million better ways to handle it, but he happened to catch me in a critical time between being radicalized and learning emotional intelligence. Sorry dude, you got all my corporate rage in one go.
Whatever, left the worst job I ever got koolaided into enjoying that day.
This was years ago, I was working a supervisor position at a certain green mythical sea lady themed coffee chain. I was sitting in the parking lot before my shift enjoying a shitty chili dog from sonic way more than I should have been. Previously that day, I’d recieved a text from my manager asking me to go in early, I elected to ignore it, I’m off the clock I have no obligation to text back or even acknowledge the message. Back to the chili dog. So, I’m scrolling through my phone and I see a message in the group chat for my store where someone asked some kind of question, probably something was broken idk. I replied with an answer and immediately had a text from my manager that said something along the lines of “how you gon reply to that after ignoring me all day?”
I walked in and gave him a shaky nervous lecture (I have really bad anxiety and hate confrontation) about how he doesn’t own me or my time when I’m off the clock, he has no authority over me when I’m off the clock, and it’s bullshit that he’d be whining in my inbox about petty stuff like that when he could’ve talked to me in person about it five minutes later when my shift was scheduled to start. I ripped the key off my chain and threw it at the ground in front of him and said to “work the shift your fucking self”.
Yeah, I was immature. There were a million better ways to handle it, but he happened to catch me in a critical time between being radicalized and learning emotional intelligence. Sorry dude, you got all my corporate rage in one go.
Whatever, left the worst job I ever got koolaided into enjoying that day.