My boss was a neat freak, accusatory, and said I never worked as hard as I could, even though it was summer at the time, and I was literally getting heat stroke. They kinda lied and said “oh we understand if you need help, just tell us”. Let me tell you what happened the day I walked out, though. I was told to sweep the street next to the business, which I didn't mind. I thought I had finished, and to be honest was completely exhausted after having to haul bricks around all day. (I worked as a errand boy of sorts, random jobs that needed doing I did). My manager, then proceeded to tell my boss in this small family owned business of neat freaks and perfectionists, that I had said I was done. I never said that. I said “I think I'm done, is there anything else I can do?”. Of course, my boss, a 50 something year old man, proceeded to yell at a kid for 30 minutes over how the street wasn't clean enough, that I was constantly slacking off or something (never actually have, btw), and that I was going to be fired if I didn't work harder. These people had me pick microscopic fucking weeds from a rock garden all day. I can respect if it was a plant garden, no, this was rocks. And I was picking out greens so small you couldn't see them. Of course, I missed some, because how do you get that 100%? And They then proceeded to say I wasn't “trying hard enough”. Fuck that place. It was actually horrid, and I'd hope the 5 other workers would go on strike, but no, they're literally all in the same family.