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Was among a group of temps at a credit union. Employees were so busy, we got very little training. And spent large parts of our day with nothing to occupy our time.
After a month, supervisor walks by at end of day and asks how things are going. I say something to the effect of "could be better." He looks surprised and says "OK, let's discuss that tomorrow morning." I think great, we can problem solve.
The next day turned out to be the three year anniversary of my boyfriend's death. When I sat with supervisor and trainer and they said how are you, I let them know that I was a little emotional due to it, and started to cry a little.
Supervisor proceeded to reem me out for saying something so negative yesterday in the hearing of coworker and accused me of making a bunch of mistakes (I didn't and had already provided evidence that I wasn't involved) and that I obviously didn't care about my work and that I needed to pack my things and be escorted out of the building.
In conclusion, I hope that guy spends the rest of his life with wet socks.
Woah, fuck that job with a rusty pineapple.
I said what I said.
That’s a new Yogi-ism for me, a mashup of “rusty pipe” and “pineapple.”