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Story time: My boss once locked me out of my flat…

So this happened about 3 years ago and I can laugh about it now, maybe you can too. I started a job in a rural area, working in a CPS-style agency. I had been warned that the bosses in CPS tended to be psychos, but nothing prepared me for this woman. About a month into the misery, I had to go away on a two-week course, and my replacement was going to stay in my workers accommodation flat. There was one set of keys and I returned on a weekend, so I asked the replacement to leave my key with a neighbour I’d made friends with so I could get in. Psycho bitch boss didn’t like this. She drove the replacement to my neighbours workplace and made him hand the keys over, then proceeded to ignore my texts and calls all weekend asking for my keys back. I spent the…


So this happened about 3 years ago and I can laugh about it now, maybe you can too.

I started a job in a rural area, working in a CPS-style agency. I had been warned that the bosses in CPS tended to be psychos, but nothing prepared me for this woman. About a month into the misery, I had to go away on a two-week course, and my replacement was going to stay in my workers accommodation flat. There was one set of keys and I returned on a weekend, so I asked the replacement to leave my key with a neighbour I’d made friends with so I could get in.

Psycho bitch boss didn’t like this. She drove the replacement to my neighbours workplace and made him hand the keys over, then proceeded to ignore my texts and calls all weekend asking for my keys back. I spent the weekend on said neighbours couch as I didn’t have any money for a motel.

On Monday, I got shouted at in front of the whole office for not making “acceptable” arrangements, then for annoying her on a weekend, then got told “this is adulting, singularpotato. time to grow up.” I was 25, have lived out of home since 17, had tried to make arrangements; and it took everything in me not to lose my shit right back. In hindsight I should’ve just told her she was being an insufferable thundercunt and reported her for bullying, but this was my first office job and one I’d wanted for a long time so I just cried silently at my desk.

Thankfully that neighbour is still one of my closest friends and this is something we laugh about together.

Working there got no better and I left the rural office as soon as my minimum service ended, with my mental health so broken my body wasn’t working properly either – I developed psoriasis and had constant infections. I needed a month off to recover from the burnout and stress.

Lessons? 1. Lose your shit right back at a bitch; and 2. No job is worth your health.

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