Alright, so. Picture it. I'm 17, turning 18, working as a cashier at Bed Bath and Beyond. A part of my job is asking customers if they'd like to sign up for an account with us by giving an email and phone number. Management likes cashiers that can get at least 75% of customers signing up, but really it's just luck for who walks through your till. You could get everyone who wants to sign up, or no one at all.
One day I'm called down into this little office space, but not any office space, this office space that is secluded and has a heavy duty door that I found difficult to open. For context for this next part, I'm autistic, which my management knew.
She says
“This isn't a threat, but your email capture is only 40%, and if you can't get that higher, we're going to have to cut your hours, and we wouldn't want to do that.”
In the most condescending, infantalizing tone of voice. I've quit this job since I began attending university, but I thought yall would appreciate it. Or hate it.