When I was in my early 20s I worked at Walmart. I don’t have any issues with Walmart, but I gotta tell you that the middle-management in that company leaves much to be desired.
Anyway, my direct supervisor, one of the front-end douchebag supervisors, made it glaringly obvious early on that he didn’t care for me. I had a target on my back and truthfully I don’t know why. I believe I have a strong work ethic, so idk what his deal was.
Anyway, Walmart used to have a “thing” they referred to as “D-Day” or something like that (I don’t remember what it was called exactly) but basically, it was like a last chance thing before you’re terminated. This douchebag supervisor, gave me a handful of bogus write-up’s; for example: he wrote me up for “not working” because “he couldn’t find me when he was looking for me.” I was outside helping push carts but he said I wasn’t. That’s the kind of shit I dealt with there.
So, anyway, one day he calls me back to the office where his superior and him are waiting for me. He proceeds to tell me that they are terminating me due to the multiple write-ups that he gave me. I asked, “What about my D-Day” (or whatever it’s called), and he said I had already had it. I told him I had not and his supervisor left to get my file. She comes back and told him that I had not in fact been given that last chance yet. He looked stupid and defeated and his supervisor stormed off all mad because he wasted her time.
I went back to work and that was that. Later that week, the next time I worked with him, I walked out of my shift to leave him intentionally short-handed, because fuck that guy. I went across the street and grabbed some margaritas with a friend and moved on away from that toxic ass boss.
Last I heard, he got fired from Walmart, was strung out on meth, and moved to Missouri. To this day, he is the only person in my life that I hold a grudge against. I would not shed a tear if I found out he died. You don’t fuck with people’s money. Fuck. That. Guy.