This was a few years ago but this sub has really helped me process how absolutely insane this was.
I was working a part-time job at a mom/pop store during college. I woke up one morning to smoke and fire alarms. My entire apartment burned to the ground and I lost everything. The only thing I had were my car keys and cell phone.
I called my boss and explained the situation, even sent photos. But no one was able to pick up my afternoon shift, so I was expected to come in.
I had to go to Walmart with cash from the Red Cross to buy some clothes so I could dress for work. Money that should have gone to real necessities (you know, like food) had to be spent on jeans and a “nice” blouse.
Thankfully I had awesome co-workers that donated clothes and other items to help me get by.
But fuck those owners.