Until Sunday, I work for a chain grocery store in Southern California in the bakery department. Over the past several months, ramping up over the past 9 days, I have endured verbal abuse from my supervisor, along with targeted reprimands from the store manager after refusing to start my new position without the pay raise they were contractually obligated to give me, not that it would help much as I learned Saturday as it only amounted to a 15 cent raise, far from any figment of a living wage in this area. This morning it had ramped up to the point where I nearly had a panic attack about an hour and a half into my shift, the first shift I had ever been late to. The yelling from that, mixed with yelling from “disobeying orders and not communicating” (I had been receiving conflicting orders and was not having my objectives communicated to me), nearly drove me over the edge.
Additionally, my supervisor has decided to openly speak rudely of me to my coworkers, thinking I don't understand Spanish. Don't get me wrong, I don't speak it, but I know enough, mixed with fluency in French and the ability to pick out my deadname and English words/cognates in her rants. This morning “el gringo idiota” (I'm the only white “guy” in the department) didn't prep cookies to her schematic time (15 minutes rather than 10) and thus was too slow to be effective. However, the lead cake decorator doesn't speak Spanish so their conversations are always understandable, meaning I got to hear the same stuff as before plus how ineffective I was as a trainer because the new closer girl was seen as too inept from not learning a job that it took me two weeks to learn in one 5 hour shift.
I thankfully have saved up enough plus my tax return to last 2 months without a source of income, and I've had several interviews so it most likely won't be that long.