I'm 17, this is my first summer working. I spent all of July washing the dishes at a restaurant, people there were sexist, racist, homophobic, but I won't even dive into that because unfortunately that was not even the worst part of this summer (which at the time I didn't think was possible).
I was supposed to work during the whole month of August in a gingerbread shop. It's a cute little shop, I thought it was nice and was sure that I would have a much better time than in the restaurant. Boy was I wrong.
So, like I said I was originally supposed to last the whole month of August. But I was doing a lot of mistakes, and as a result they treated me like absolute garbage.
The boss wouldn't even call me by my name, he would refer to me as “thingy”. Whenever I was not doing something correctly (I was always trying my best), he would imply that I was stupid and that if I didn't know I should ask. Then, when I would ask, he would be mad and say that I annoy him with my questions and that I don't take any initiatives. I even called them out on that today, and as a response they got more mad and said that it was because they were tired of repeating themselves.
The store manager is the same, very cold (but adorable with the clients !) and would always have something to blame me about. No matter what I did or said, even if I did the opposite I still got scolded.
Today was the last straw : I made a big mistake (this one was totally my fault, I put the stickers in the wrong place on the bags), the store manager was very, very angry and went all out on me. She said that I never questionned myself, that her 9 year-old daughter could do my job better than I did. Then the boss came in, and he added that he didn't know what I would do in life, that I would be nothing more than a functionary (as if that's bad), or that I would find an arabic man to knock me up 6 or 7 times so that I could get a little allocation.
Then they both said that if I wanted to come back next summer they would be against it, that if it was up to them they would have already fired me, and that I should have stayed at my old job.
That's the point when I decided to quit. I had 4 days left, but they said they didn't want me anymore and there was no way I was staying there just to get my soul even more crushed by people who hate me. I find it funny how they repeated that I never questionned myself even though when I get home I'm completely depressed and sometimes break down crying. What's even ironic is that I literally just quit because of them but they'll never admit that it was their fault. So who's really got the big ego here ?
This morning I came into work absolutely stressed and was praying that I wouldn't do any mistakes, I never would have thought that 40 minutes later I would be leaving after having quit.
Right now it's the evening, I've been playing the events in my head all day and I just have mixed feelings. On one hand, I feel like I was really stupid at times because of the mistakes I did and I feel shame, but on the other hand I get even more angry on how they treated me. But hey, at least I can say that the situation ended a bit in my control, as the saying says “You can't fire me because I quit”.
The only downside is that I'll have to go back there to get my paycheck : it's going to be super awkward