Hey guys, long time listener first time caller.
So, for just a touch of context/backstory. I'm 30/m diagnosed with ADHD/Autism and keeping a job has never been easy for me. I've been working 6-12 months at random retail jobs for the last 2 years and quitting when jobs stop working out for me. This past Fall I was applying places for a new gig and found a local tabletop gaming store hiring (I love that shit), so obviously I applied. I was scheduled for an interview almost immediately, interview was kinda messy and I had to take a pay cut but small businesses you know? I start at the job a week or so later and think I've finally found a job I can be myself at and grow. I was so happy I had finally found somewhere I could be happy. Until my third day when the owner got into a petty argument with their card curator (fyi, the guy that takes trade ins and sorts them/deals with online card sales) This argument turned into a screaming match on the salesfloor and the owner dumped a box huge 5000ct box of cards in the trash. The card curator quit on the spot and the owner assured me this was a culmination of stress and problems with the employee. I accepted his excuse because I was so desperate to be happy at a job. Fast forward maybe 3 months, I've moved into the card curator position and I've been killing it. I was coming in early and working off the clock to make sure my day was set up and flows right, I'd been making documents for internal use to streamline processes, etc. I was going over the top because I was so sure I wanted this job.
Last week, the owner decided he wanted to call customers back regarding collections they had sold to us. He got to someones voicemail and started aggressively fumbling around my office for something. He hangs the phone up angrily and asks why I moved his post it note. (He had random zero context post-its everywhere so I cleaned them up and left them in a pile.) I explained this to him and he angrily asked where the post-it was with OUR phone number on it. I told him I threw it away because we didn't need a scrawled post-it with our own phone number on it. Turns out he didn't know his own phone number and was relying on this post it. So his even tempered and cool reaction to this was to write it on the wall in sharpie in foot tall letters. It was similar behavior to how he acted with the last card guy. I told myself one more time and I would quit. Before I even had a chance to talk to him about how his behavior made me feel he blew up again. This past Wednesday I made my first mistake in the position. I sent an envelope without tracking and deposited it in the outgoing mailbox, unable to be retrieved. So I approached my boss with the issue, “This is the mistake I did, these are the steps I've taken to fix it, is there anything else I can do to fix it” He responds by getting so mad his whole head turns red, throws his hands up and says we're fucked if you can't be 100% perfect. Then storms off and asks our cashier if she can sell cards. That was my last straw. I left for the weekend, wrote a letter of resignation, dropped it off with my key, and left crying.
I'm sick of shitty jobs. Thanks for listening to me vent.
And Fuck You Eric.