English isn't my first language so sorry for any errors and mistakes.
Tl;dr version: somebody complain about fucking MOLD taste in shakes (turns out we get defective batch of syrup, all bags kept in the COLD STORE unopened were fermented) our boss don't care and left us alone with this.
I just need to get this out of myself. I work
since I was 18 years old and in school and honestly, at first this job was fine. I really like it, I really like people at his job.
And then I got promotion. There was a lot of things they didn't teach us as new menagers, we get to know them when we fuck up, and they complain at us at group chat (yes we have this, groups for all of menagers, I got it on silent since day one). The boss and people above him always find something to complain, no matter how small this was. Nobody tell you that something should be done or be done differently? Too bad, it's your fault you aren't omniscient or fucking mind reader.
I ignore my mental health since high school and now I live with consequences. In September I work only one week, because I got two mental breakdowns at work and was on sick leave.
But today something break in me. I was having “slow day”. I was a slightly above other “regular” menagers, and I was in charge of checking what they entered into a special application in work tablet. Every one who was on a given day a shift menager need to get things as expiry date, meat temperature etc. into this application so we can review if procedures have been preserved.
So short version, it was supposed to be slow day for me. I was supposed to sit in office, click day after day of the same thing in website of this application to catch errors, and don't worry about everything, because I wasn't a shift menager that day.
But then, one of our workers come and said some lady complain about mold in shake. She drinks it and it's taste as fuckin mold. And I along with one other menager start freaking out. And where was shift menager? He start going around and checking things in cupboards…
And our boss? He get inside building for second, taste a shake's mix without syrup, said it's taste okay and fucking leave. Leave when we could get a Sanitary and Epidemiological Station at us for this, we could be closed for good for health validation. And even if I couldn't be bring to responsibility because I had an office job that day, I still cares more than him, more than shift manager, when I was supposed to do my thing, because I was month behind with work.
And I just decided that fuck it. I stress too much, I care too much, I need to get out of here 'till I don't loose my mental health completely. The second menager that was with me dealing with mold shit, get her notice first, and when I decide that I will do it to, a personal menager was kind and print me herself notice, and evenshe completed them when I just signed this papers.
Sadly, I have 3 months notice, but this should give me enough time to get another job, and at this point, I could be even cashier at supermarket just to get some peace and quiet.