Once upon a time I worked in a now defunct countrywide chain of stores selling home décor and it was, in a word, demoralizing. At the time, I was living in a town full of people who were always searching for a bargain, and they were ruthless in their pursuit of cheap items at any cost.
At the same time, I was engaged to a guy who was pretty demoralizing in his own right. We got together after his mom fell into a coma, and I felt bad for him because he was always alone in her hospital room, hoping for her to get better. After she died I felt stuck with him – how do you dump someone whose mom has just died?
So here I was, at a crap job (but decent pay!) in a crap town with a crap guy I didn’t really want to be with. Eventually I got the strength to leave the guy and the town, but leaving the job was harder in some ways.
With about one week left in my two weeks notice, I was working a shift one night with the worst of the bosses. He was rude and cruel and condescending and pretty terrible to work with. Before my shift ended that day, he told me to put away all the returns in the giant return cart at the customer service desk, so I did that. When I told him I had done that, he rudely insisted that I hadn’t and proceeded to spend a few minutes yelling at me and insulting me. I can’t remember what I said exactly, but it may have been that he should “go fork himself,” but I clearly didn’t say fork.
He told me that my two weeks notice was over and not to come back because I was done. A few days later I was talking to a nice manager at the store, and the jerk manager hadn’t told them what happened, so I was marked down as a no-show and forever ineligible for rehire with the company.
I could have probably handled things better, but for the most part, I avoid confrontation like the plague, so it was good that I stood up for myself in some way, even if it was the wrong way.