Karma is a rare guest to behold,so when she arrives it is a breath of fresh air. Some people go their whole lives wreaking havoc without facing the scathing repercussions of karma, so when you witness them get theirs, it's a glorious sight to see.
Conversely, there are people spreading kindness all the time without seeing it come back to them, so when they get sent a spark of goodness from the abyss, it feels greatly overdue.
In a popular Reddit thread, people shared delicious stories of "instant karma" - many of which involved workplace revenge.
1. From OP:
I'm a f*cking terrible storyteller, but alright, I'll go first:
I've worked at the same company for over 6 years. I was a loyal, good employee with a perfect track-record. Over the 6 years I've only called in sick twice. I had the best results, the least amount of errors on paperwork in the whole region and quite possibly the whole country. My new boss decided that that wasn't enough. He minimized my hours (they get a bonus to keep labor low), expanded my workload and never had anything nice to say. He seemed to think ruling with an iron fist is the way to go about this. Even after all this, I'm the one who kept his head above water, fixing his errors along the way.
So today I resign my position with immediate effect, which in terms cancelled his vacation plans for next week. On top of that, there is no one to fill my position. As soon as I mouthed the words "I quit" you could see the terror in his eyes. He realized how f*cked he was without me and tried to do whatever he could to keep me for at least another week. I've never felt such a sense of instant karma as today. I never meant to cancel his vacation, but I wasn't going to put his needs before mine. I have bills to pay. I'd feel bad about it if he wasn't such a dick. But he's a dick.
**TL;DR:**Boss is a raging a*sclown that gave me the power to cancel his vacation plans.
EDIT: I really enjoy reading all of your stories! It's glad to know that sometimes out of the worst situations some great sense of justice arises. I hope mine and many of the other stories here inspire someone (even if only one single person out there) to not just bend over and take it, but to realize they deserve to be treated better and that the only thing that's stopping someone to reach their full potential is themselves. As far as workplace situations go: You spend a great deal of your life at your place of employment, it shouldn't be a place you dread to be.
I was stopped at a red light waiting to turn right. I couldn't see if there was any traffic coming because of how the intersection was set up and the bus in the left turn lane so I was just waiting for a green. The person behind me clearly wanted me to turn because she was honking, yelling and giving me the finger. After a couple seconds she decided to drive around me and was immediately T-boned.
I worked as a database administrator for a community center for one summer in university. Basically, I created a database for them to track who was donating to them and how much they were donating, and who was volunteering at the centre and for how many hours. Very simple work and despite being the youngest person on staff by about 25-30 years, I got along well with all of my co-workers except for my immediate boss who was a total b*tch.
The next spring, I was applying for jobs and e-mailed my old boss to ask for a letter of recommendation. Much to my surprise, she told me that she didn't write recommendation letters "out of principle". I was pretty pissed off about it because I was finding it very difficult to find a position and not being able to count on my most recent employer for a reference was a definite blemish on my resume.
However, in spite of this, I managed to land a decent job. Lo and behold, my old boss e-mails me on day 1 of my new job, begging me to come in because she had somehow ignored all the warnings in the user documentation I wrote and moved some files around rendering it impossible for her to access the database. She asked if I would come in and I e-mailed her back and told her I already had a job and couldn't do it "out of principle", effectively rendering my entire summer at the centre a waste of time from their perspective.
tl;dr Build database for company over a summer, boss won't write me a reference "out of principle", database breaks due to error between keyboard and chair, turn down boss' plea for help "out of principle", thus nullifying my entire summer's work for them.
I tried to explain to my company how they were breaking the law with one of their procedures. They didn't listen, said somebody up the line would have caught it. Later, illegally fired me whilst I was on FMLA leave. Was, statistically at least, their best employee at my position out of 500 people. They got fined 250K for the violation I brought up several times. I'm still unemployed but I go hiking all day and love my life. Have enough saved up to last me until I do find work. F*ck em.
My stepdad is a driving instructor, I went to get my license pretty late (22), one day he was giving me a lesson and we were going over one of the possible courses that the test takes.
While we're driving down a street in the suburbs a guy is tail gating the sh*t out of me... really gangster looking guy, looked pretty much exactly like scumbag steve now that I think about it...sideways hat and all. Every time I come to a stop sign I do a full stop, obviously, and he throws his hands in the air and yells shit. It's starting to stress me out, but my stepdad says "don't worry about it, watch this."
As we're going down the street he says "OK, now in about 50 feet I want you to start slowing down a little bit and right when you are in front of that school zone, pull over to the right". So I do it, right after I pull over, the guy who is right pissed at me now, takes off like a bullet. And about 5 seconds later a cop steps out from behind a tree and waves him over for going probably double the speed limit in a school zone.
We laughed. Hard.
Was working a job where I was doing 90 hours a week but only getting paid for 40-45. Boss blew up on me over the phone, so I quit effective end of day. I finished up all of my work and he tried to sweet talk me into staying, but I held strong.
Turns out he had to work 18 hours a day for the next two weeks trying to find a replacement.
Edit: Some additional details so I can stop answering the same questions over and over again:
I was being paid under the table, so that hurts a lot of my legal recourse.
I was on a 90 business day (so 18 weeks...) "trial period". If I stuck it out I'd go on the books... for less money as taxes and the like would now be taken out.
I didn't start at 90 hours, but the work gradually crept up and the duties got piled on.
I was a manager for a truck dispatching company so I'd technically be management, but our agreement was hourly. I didn't dick around at work browsing Reddit or playing Flash games. I would literally sit down, start routing the guys and writing up reports, and then put out fires all day. I'd be lucky to leave at 5:00 PM most days - I'm supposed to be done by 3:30.
I'm aware of how incredibly illegal this was on his part, but it was six months ago and one of my best friends (who has kids) works there. The boss is the type to just close up the shop and retire just to f*ck everyone over, and he can absolutely afford to do this.
Basically it was sh*tty, but I learned a lot from it and it was a long time ago so IDGAF anymore.
Thanks for all the advice and tips.
Lastly, all of you programmers automatically assumed that I was in programming. If it's practically the accepted norm that you guys are gonna be abused this much, maybe ya'll should really start working together on getting a union running. Good luck guys, one of my best friends just got his CS degree and I know what kind of shit he's gonna have to go through.
Today I missed my bus to help an elderly woman with her groceries only to have a friend pass me driving and offer to give me a ride home.
I worked for Goodwill quite a few years back as a supervisor because my mother and I had really fond memories of treasure hunting there and I wanted to try and build up some management experience with a reputable company. I thought it would be my dream gig for a while even though I knew it would be hard work. Except it was anything but.
The manager was an alright lady, but her assistant manager was a tyrant. Every day she would threaten to fire the employees if they didn't do their work right. I took offense to this because as a supervisor I wanted my team to be in good spirits and wanted them to love coming in to work and doing good things for the mission. I wanted this to be a great place to work. But because every single day they were being told they could be fired, morale was rock bottom. People were afraid for their jobs every day.
I had a meeting with the manager, and I said "I don't want to step on any toes. I know you run a successful store and I really admire that. I would appreciate it if you could ask the assistant manager to tone down the firing threats because it makes my team nervous and I'd like to have a chance to improve productivity in my own way". She said she understood and I felt good about the conversation.
The next day she called me into her office where her and the assistant manager were both waiting for me. They asked me to lock the door. As soon as I did I got the most hate-filled verbal lashing of my entire life. They started screaming at me you think you can turn us against eachother? You are worthless. You just do your f---ing job and don't tell us how to do ours. Who do you think you are?? This went on for about 20 minutes. I'm a grown man and I nearly started bawling right there. I told them to take this sh*tty job and shove it.
I was the only supervisor they had on a team that required at least two. The manager and assistant manager were already working 60 hour weeks to make things work on a skeleton crew, and when I quit they were going to be working 80 hours each with no weekends until they had at least a month to find someone else. They told me how much of a scumbag I was for not giving two weeks notice and ruining their month. I wasn't really concerned about it.
My Karma comes from my last few days at secondary school, we are all around 17/18 years old and have been in the same morning registration class for 6 years every single school day. Everyone seemed to be emotional about it, with most of the girls crying, even a couple of the guys.
The head boy in our year, who was in our registration class, had a surprise, and had hired a bouncy castle just for us! Now I had always been the biggest guy in school, 6 foot tall and around 20 stone (300 lbs to you Yanks) but I was also one of the quietest, and I only went on after most of the other folk had their turn and gone to do something else.
I pluck up some courage because this looked like so much fun, and I start bouncing and bouncing higher and higher, and then this prick Paul pushes me when I am at my highest and I land on my side on the ground, which was thankfully grass.
I slowly sit up in a little pain, and Paul is laughing his head off and pointing at me, trying to get as much attention so other folk can start laughing at my misfortune. I get up and go back inside and sit there on my own, while I think about how shit school has always been, nearly on the brink of onions.
Here comes the karma.
The head boy comes in a minute later, and tells me he saw the whole thing and that he knows how to get my own back...
Paul is still bouncing around like a prick, and I get back on at the furtherest end of the bouncy castle, I get into a bounce which is timed slightly behind Pauls, and then I do the biggest jump I could, curled up into a cannonball and hit the castle floor with all my weight.
Paul ended up bouncing RIGHT OVER the wall of the castle and landing hard on the other side, he was ok though, only his pride was dented, but everyone who saw it was in absolute hysterics. Everyone started to tell the story of Paul flying over the wall of the castle, and classmates who I had never really gotten on with came up to me and told me how awesome it was. It was the only day where I felt accepted at school, just a shame it was one of the last.
When I graduated High School, I moved about an hour north of my hometown to attend a small Community College and got a job at a local Walmart, and despite three years experience at Radio Shack (which at the time was basically just RC Cars and Verizon Cell Phones), was assigned to their Dairy Department.
Working Dairy @Walmart is probably the worst job I've ever had. When the job goes as planned, you should be spending about half your time 'throwing' milk, and the other half refilling cheese/eggs/yogurt/etc. However, when I got hired, the Dairy Supervisor (We will call him Bill) was from what I understand, new and mildly retarded; Which caused a lot of people to quit or ask to be moved to other departments. Eventually it got so bad that I was actually the only person in the Dairy department besides my manager.
'Throwing' milk is the worst part of the job, because about 1 in 20 gallons of milk are defective, and leak onto other gallons of milk. When you have a room with a couple hundred gallons of milk, it means a pool of milk in your work area, which gets in your shoes/socks, and on your pants, which smells fantastic at the end of an 8 hour workday.
People quitting at Walmart wouldn't normally be interesting (most people @Walmart call it "Friday"). But a week after I started, the only two other grocery stores in the town went on strike. Now, this Walmart served about a 50 mile radius of probably about 200,000 people. Back in 2003 when this happened, the statistics were that for every 10 people that walked into Walmart, 6 walked out with a gallon of milk. Meaning that I was now solely responsible for up to 120,000~ people's milk needs. Basically, my job became 'throw milk for 8 hours'. I could start throwing as fast as I could from one end, and by the time I got to the other, the side I started at was empty.
While that would have sucked enough, as it so happens, it's a requirement in the retail world that you be an idiot to advance to management; And Bill had that in spades. This a*shole would come screaming at me that I needed to fill the eggs/yogurt/etc, but wouldn't help me or get help for me for the 120,000 needing their freaking milk.
After 3 months of getting yelled at for putting in 100%, you tend to get a little bitter, but also pretty good at whatever you're being yelled at for. I developed a 'style' of throwing that involved grabbing two gallons at a time (each crate holding 4 gallons), and using my knee to kick off an empty crate. I also happened to develop crazy upper body strength from this repetitive motion.
Anyway, I get a call (while on break) from Corporate Radio Shack that they spoke to my ex-boss, and really wanted to get me on board to help open a new store in a mall. After I confirmed this was a job offer and not just an interview, I told them I'd be available in two weeks after I resigned from Walmart, and they agreed.
Fresh off break and in a great mood, I decide to finish the shift and put in my two weeks after. But not 60 seconds after I clock back in, I'm told by someone in inventory that Bill is looking for me and is 'pissed'. No f*cks are given, and I get back to work, tell the inventory guy to let Bill know I'm back on the clock and in the fridge.
About 5 to 10 minutes later, Bill slams open the door to the fridge, "Where the f*ck have you been?", to which I reply I was on my break, and go back to double-fisting gallons of milk like a champ. "Don't f*cking ignore me!", to which I reply with:
"Know what Bill? I just got offered a job from a Corporate Office. I was going to finish out my two weeks, but instead I'm gonna put in my two milk notice." And I softball underhand two gallons of milk about 40 feet at Bill, which hits the concrete floor and sprays him from the thighs down. As I was walking out, I could watch the look on his face move from rage to terror, as he realized his new job was now 'Throw milk for 8 hours'.
TL;DR: Quit Walmart by shooting white creamy stuff all over my boss whilst delivering a clever pun.
I worked at a Kmart in high school. It was a small store, so I worked everything, electronics, stocking, cashier. You name it, I did it. I asked a woman and her son, about 12 or 13, if they needed help finding anything as I was out on the floor, and the kid immediately b*tches me out for annoying him. I ignore it, and go about my business. Right after that I get called to checkouts. As I'm working there, here comes the pair.
The kid has gone all out back in the electronics area, with some EA sports titles and a GTA game. I'm checking them out when the age prompt comes up for the M rated game. I decide to take a chance. I flip the game over, and inform the mother that "This game has been rated M for the following reasons" and read the list off the back of the case. There is an awkward silence, then she angrily informs me that the son said it was only a little violent. Kid wasn't able to get anything that day.
I'm an IT consultant, and have a rep of being really competent with Microsoft Exchange Server. A couple of years ago I bid on but did not get a project to upgrade an Exchange 2003 environment to Exchange 2010. Multiple servers, multiple sites and right up my alley. The firm that won the bid did so by pricing it extremely low, about 40% below my price which was on the low end to begin with. Totally unrealistic pricing but they thought they could pull it off with their people. Their people were good generalists but did not have a handle on Exchange 2010.
I told the customer - who I'd done work for before and who I'd had a good relationship with - that it was not going to end well for them. They took it as sour grapes on my part. Fair enough. I had plenty of other things to do anyway so I just moved on.
Two weeks after they started the implementation phase of the job the other consulting firm augured in. The entire email system stopped working. No mail coming in or out, no mail flowing between any of the Exchange servers, everything just dead in the water. I find this out when I get a call late one evening at my home from the other consulting company begging me to pull them out of the fire. I told them no thanks.
An hour later the owner of the other firm is at my front door trying to convince me to help them "for the sake of the customer". This is well after dark and the conversation does not go well. He ends up screaming at me and I slam the door then call the cops because I'm tired and afraid that I'll do something stupid if I continue to interact with the guy.
Cops come, he loses it, they arrest him for disorderly conduct and I have his damn car blocking mine in my driveway. I have it towed off (I had to pay for the privilege too). He spends the next 24 hours in jail, about average for getting through the Dallas County jail I'm told.
The customer called me the following day and I again declined to fix the mess. By this time I'd decided I didn't want any of that sh*t on me, period.
The customer ends up getting Microsoft Services in to fix everything (cost them about 5 times what I was going to charge by the way). The customer sues the other consulting firm, which promptly files for bankruptcy / closes its doors rather than deal with the lawsuit.
Don't know if this was instant karma or not but it's the first time I've had the opportunity to tell this story on Reddit.
I was an assistant supervisor at a factory. Our department had about 30 people. It was a very fast-paced department, and even the most minor mistake could cost someone their job (we made brake pedals) Stressful as f*ck. Worse, the supervisor (the one I was assisting) was a lazy b*tch:
She would spend 90% of every day sitting at the computer looking busy, but I know she wasn't doing any real work (one day, I observed her getting on some news website, reading an article, then printing off that article, walking over to the printer, taking the article back to the desk, and reading it again) She also spent a good amount of time texting her boyfriend, but if anyone else whipped out a cell phone, even if it was just to check what time it is, she would "confiscate" it. Like we're in f*cking Jr. High.
She would leave and take days off constantly. Now using your regularly scheduled vacation days is no problem. But she found a loophole: she would come in for an hour, then leave after HER boss went home, so he would think she was there all day and she wouldn't use up a vacation day. There were a lot of times when she claimed she had a "family emergency" and left in the middle of the day and never came back. I don't know if there really were emegencies or not, but I know she's single and has no kids.
She took 21 breaks one day (someone counted) The rest of us only get 3 breaks, 15 minutes each, and she yells at people if they are accidentally out there for 16 minutes, god forbid. People who sit in the outdoor smoking area said that her boyfriend would come visit her, and they would just hang out in the smoking area (while I'm left doing all the work, of course)
A few years back when the economy was really bad, the company was trying to save money on overtime, so she told me not to clock in until 3:00 PM sharp (when our shift starts) So I clocked in at 3:00 exactly, and walked out there. She yelled at me for missing the department meeting. I told her I had to wait until 3 to clock in, just like she said. She replied "no, my watch is synced up with that time clock out there.. You should have had plenty of time to get out here for the meeting!"
There was a period of ~6 months where we had to work 6 days a week to catch up on some production. She stayed home every Saturday and made me handle everything myself.
We get a lot of 18 year old girl temps straight from high school, so consequently, we have a lot of stupid drama in our department. The supervisor really doesn't do anything about any of this. So people come asking ME to do something about it. I verbally reprimand people for it, but sometimes they don't listen. So then I go to the supervisor to request that they be written up (because I'm just the assistant supervisor; I don't really have the authority to do anything besides bitch people out and tell the supervisor) But she never addressed it directly. The only thing she ever did was made a speech to the entire department reviewing the company policy on harassment, instead of dealing with the problem directly. So the drama continues, and I look like a jackass who can't do anything about it.
I could go on for pages with all the crap she pulled, but I think that's the gist of it. Anyway, I transferred to another department. The supervisor was MAD when I brought her the transfer form to sign. At first, she tried to tell me that I'm "not allowed" to transfer, but after I got management involved, she signed it. I was only getting an extra dollar per hour to be the assistant supervisor, so I took a pay cut but it was well worth it. Now I just run a little machine by myself, in this area with two other guys who are cool as f*ck. There's no official supervisor for that area because it's just us three guys, so it's pretty lax.
If we get our numbers done ahead of time (which is easy as f*ck to do) we can take extra long breaks. There's no mandatory overtime except a Saturday now and then. It's great. We just get our parts done and joke around over there. Meanwhile, my old supervisor has to run the entire area by herself, and do all the overtime herself as well. She's working at least 10 hour days Mon-Fri, plus the whole 8 hours on Saturday. I heard things are NOT going well over there since I left. People tell me it's mayhem.
The best part? My new department is right across the aisleway from hers, so I can sit there and WATCH her pull her hair out from the stress!
I went into a liquor store to buy a bag of ice. I put the bag on the checkout counter and waited while the very large black woman (white male here) in front of me completed her purchase. This reminded her that she also needed a bag of ice. "Here...take this one," I said, and grabbed another bag. "Is that all you're buying?" she asked me. "Yes." She looked at me and said, "You're done...bye-bye", and before I could figure out what the hell she meant she turned to the clerk and said, "Put his ice on my bill."
As the low man on the totem pole, I got to do all of the grunt labor and random tasks that required working on weekends and such... as a master engineer working in a 9-5 job... being paid less than a pizza delivery driver. Then my boss decided that I no longer got to comp time (leave early or whatever to get back some of the time spent working on weekends), because I was salaried and "it was part of the job."
So, when I quit to go get my PhD, they realized that I hadn't used any vacation time. The ultra penny pincher had to write me a check for two extra months worth of pay as I walked out the door.
This just happened recently.
I've been working at Sears for the past 8 months, and it's one of the most oppressive, horrible atmospheres I've ever been in while working retail. It is extremely metric based. They don't care if you're a hard worker or have great customer service skills (unless you get them to take the customer service survey). Every day, I have to update every single one of my 15 metrics on the board so that my manager can sit on his fat a*s and stare at them all day and hound me and my team on the metrics we're down on. I also forgot to mention, they have INSANE goals for everything, so it's literally impossible to make them happy.
The other day a customer was looking at a $3000 zero turn tractor with a $650 protection agreement, and my boss kept calling me on the phone while I was helping him to ask how the sale was going and if he was being receptive to the PA. He told me that everything was on my shoulders and that I could not fail. Finally, the guy ended up just leaving.
A day later, I had to do my coaching. While I was talking to my dept. manager, the store manager popped his head into the room and starts saying "You need to take the heart out of the sale. Stop caring so much about the customers feelings. Leave your heart at home and get those protection agreements." It got to the point where I was absolutely furious, but held it in.
The next day, I talked to a customer on the phone who was looking for a tractor, gave them some pricing information, and they said they'd be in within the hour. When they walk in, they point at the tractor and they're like "alright, lets ring it up". Normally in a situation like this, I'd pitch the protection agreement at the product, but I did not have a chance, so i figured I'd tell them the benefits of it at the register, and if they didn't want it, I wasn't going to push them, because that would be crappy customer service. They end up saying no, and they leave the store with their new tractor.
About 2 minutes later, my grubby manager walks out onto the floor, and motions for me to follow him. We walk over to a secluded aisle, and he begins to attack me for not getting the protection agreement. I tell him that there wasn't a good chance to get it because they were set to go and had the price fixed in their head. He replies "well, did you tell them everything that can go wrong with the tractor? that it uses cheap parts? By not telling them these things your giving bad customer service".
At this point I snapped. I looked him in the eye and said "don't pretend like you give a shit about customer service". His eyes widened, I kept going "All you and the store manager care about are your stupid metrics, and instead of trying to help us, you harrass us for not meeting these insane expectations. Why do you think people are quitting this stupid job left and right?" We end up retreating to his back office and exchange words for literally an hour. The best part is that he couldn't fire me because he needs me. It felt liberating to say what I had wanted to say for the past 4 months and know that he was basically powerless and dumbfounded.
F*ck you Sears.
I worked selling shoes for 2 years on a weekend-only basis during school at a national chain. Never offered a raise, never offered to open the store, never given any recognition. When I asked for some more responsibilities, I was told I was unimportant, as two new outside managers were coming in.
One managed a section of Petsmart, and the other had no prior experience. I put in my two weeks notice. Both people came in on my last day, so I showed them everything I learned and all the small quirks of the inventory that we had. Both quit within a week, and the store closed within 4 months.
Last summer I was driving home from a friends house and I saw a fawn on the side of the road, I slowed down and saw that her tail was moving.
I threw on my hazards and sat with her. She must've just been stunned, and maybe lost a tooth when she hit the pavement since there was blood on her mouth. I pulled her tongue out, she swallowed. I felt her legs, no soreness or heat. She was just in shock. I called my on call vet, as I'm a horseback rider and I know my basic first aid, but he said his trailer wasnt available and try getting her in my car so I can let her rest safely at my house amd she can freely wander back into the woods. I only lived less than a mile from where I sat with the fawn, and I contemplated it.
I could hear the mother bleating and the fawn was reacting, she was alive and responding. I helped her up on her wobbly legs, she was still shakey and could only walk a few steps without tripping. I brought her back down to the ground and I sat with her for at least 45 minutes, petting her head and feeling her heartbeat calm. She was ready to stand, as she was pulling herself up, when suddenly a cop car come flying down the road, lights, sirens, the whole shabang. The fawn tried to run and dropped to the ground, all my hard work for nothing. The cop was an a*shole and told me to leave, no hello or anything, just "You can leave now".
I told him the vet I called, I told him the fawns progress and that she's fine, I'm just going to pull her into the woods. Her mother was still bleating for her, and the fawn was still responding. The cop told me to leave again, and as I got in my car and turned around I heard his gun go off. He killed a healthy deer who was unable to escape from him. I was bawling in my car. The next morning I called the local police who wouldnt give me the time of day. Okay, thats fine I'll just call the state police, they care that youre illegally hunting while on duty! And they did care, they later fired the cop as he had a number of complaints against him. It was the saddest moment of my life.
Pulling up in an empty left-turn lane at a 4-way intersection during morning rush hour traffic at a red light, some douche in an SUV in the 'going straight' lane decides to veer left and execute a 3-point turn and turn around. I slammed on my brakes and avoided the collision and mouthed some choice words at him while he gave me a dumb blank look.
Two seconds later however an unmarked car pulled out of the straight lane behind me and did the same turn maneuver, blue lights flashing. First time I've ever had a cop in the right place in a traffic-douche situation. Was great.
I had a summer job in a very famous amusement park (mouses mice and ducks everywhere!). My job was to sell ice creams, cokes and pop corn in carts scattered around the park. We had several managers, and every morning one of them had the duty of assigning all the employees around the carts.
I am quite tall (6'6"/198cm) and some of the carts had very low roofs, which meant I could not stand up in them. These also happened to be the busiest and most hated carts by employees. Most managers would put me in roofless carts after I asked nicely. However this one bitch thought I was trying to dodge the bad carts, and would always put my name on the list next to one of them. Every time I would have to ask to be moved, call another manager, it was a pain in the a*s (and the back), and she hated me for this.
Then came my last day. The hated manager was on duty, and assigned me to a location that looked more like a small fast-food place, with a small house were several cashiers would sell food, and guests could sit down to eat their food. And because they had paid an ungodly amount of money to enter and for their food, guests never cleaned up their trays and left everything on the table, which meant that someone was there to help with sales, but mostly to clean up tables all the time. Of course, on that day, that was me.
The park closed at 11pm, the location closed at 11pm too, so usually cashiers would end their shift at 11pm, and the "helper" at midnight to have one hour to clean the place and leave. My shift ended at 11pm too. I asked the bitch if she wanted me to close at 10, and she started yelling saying that the place closes at 11pm and there are no exceptions for me!
You can guess it, at 10:50 my colleague closed the place, counted his money and I left. I of course went with him, and left a disaster scene of full trashes and dirty tables behind me. We both went back to our HQ.
The b*tch sees me and explodes, asking why I left an hour early and that I need to return and clean the place. She says that I could have big problems and get fired on the spot for this. I had been waiting for that moment all day long! I proceeded to show her the employees' timetable, where next to my name you could read "3-11pm - last day". I clocked out while she was calling me all kinds of names. I heard from some colleagues that she had to ask some of them for help. Nobody wanted to do extra time late at night, so she had to do it herself at almost 1 in the morning.
TLDR: A manager at some fast food place treated me like sh*t - misjudged my final day working hours - I left her with a huge literal mess on her hands and she could do nothing about it.