I’ve been working since I was 14 years old. Started with summer jobs mostly but by the time I was 17 I had already started my first full time job. It was working at the movie theater. I will be honest, I really didn't like that job at all, that’s sugar-coating it…. I hated that job! But it was a paycheck and I was able to buy myself little things and that brought me sense of pride and responsibility. Fast forward 10 years later I’ve pretty much held a job this entire time with only small breaks in between. I have always had this independent spirit about me, I like supporting myself and not needing to worry about anyone telling me what I could and could not do with my money. I've never really liked any of my jobs but it was an income, so I would tolerate whatever extra BS came along with having said job.
Then what seemed like the light at the end of the tunnel I found a new job. It paid slightly less than my old job but it was a job and we have a wedding to pay for. I had a funny feeling about the place when I first interviewed for it, something seemed off but I ignored it and thought I was just being paranoid. Fast forward to a week into me working there I called my Fiancée upset that this would not work out. The management seemed extremely unorganized and I never felt like I was actually learning anything. Yet and still I put my feelings to the side and sucked it up and did what an “Adult” does, work the job and collect the pay check. It only progressively got worse, I started to get lots of negative feedback, and I began to notice the pettiness of some of my fellow employees. My manager was extremely rude, unprofessional and literally critiqued everything I did including which direction I walked to the bathroom.. I am not kidding. My manager told me I needed to yell more at my subordinates if I felt like they weren't being productive which is something I told her I would not do. It makes me feel extremely uncomfortable yelling at people who are adults like me, just trying to make a living. I wrote up at least four people during my time there, one being a young woman who was late for her shift because she was experiencing morning sickness. I felt horrible writing up a pregnant woman whom also still looked visibly sick at the time I had to administer the write up. I left work every day feeling drained, frustrated and stressed.