This is a fairly old story so there’s not much I can do about it now, but I saw a similar one in this subreddit and wanted to share my own. I’m typing this out fairly quickly on mobile, so sorry about any possible errors!
I used to work at a waterfront resort that fancied itself a very nice place to stay. It’s really not, and I might post more about it in the future because OH BOY they were probably the worst place I’ve ever been employed by. The resort is very spread out, consisting of several large main buildings that more closely resemble a standard hotel, but they also had lots of other options including cabin rentals and waterfront cottages. I was housekeeping, and cleaned all of them depending on the day. This can end up being a lot of walking, and our “cleaning carts” were basically glorified wheelbarrows that we had to fill with all the supplies we’d be needing for the day- bedding, towels, toiletries, cleaning supplies. The carts got extremely heavy, and pushing them uphill could be nearly impossible (the resort was far from flat). It was the middle of winter and I was pregnant. Pushing my cart up a very steep hill on ice, and lost my footing. The cart came back on me hard, basically running me over. Put simply, it hurt. Badly. I let my boss know and she told me to keep working, so I did, but I was definitely moving slowly. I actually got called out for falling behind on my work, but I really was trying my best. Couple hours in and I start bleeding heavily, which is not exactly a good sign when pregnant. I’d already lost a baby once prior, and the blood set me into a huge panic attack fearing I was actively having miscarriage. I let my boss know, and again was told to keep working. I had to try to manage the pain, manage the bleeding so no blood got on towels/sheets/the rooms in general, and finally when I was finished hours later I got to go to the hospital. Thankfully, baby did end up being fine, but still…. Those hours where I was convinced I was losing another child and all anybody cared about was how fast I could clean toilets? Those will forever be some of the worst hours of my life.
If anyone actually ends up reading this, I’m already expecting comments along the lines of “why didn’t you just leave, why didn’t you quit, why did you stay” and honestly? At this point in my life I would’ve just left, but back then? No way. Many might not understand that, and I’m happy for those who have always been able to stand up for themselves. It’s a skill I’m still working on to this day, and no- boss never asked if I/baby was alright.
Edited to add: if you Google “Rubbermaid wheelbarrow” that’s exactly what they had us using