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It was the summer between my sophomore and junior years of highschool. I was ready. I was excited to start working and make my own money. At the ripe age of 16 I applied to everywhere a 16 year old could, movie theaters, icecream shops, and Boston Market…
I was so excited that I accepted the first job that called, Boston Market, and at a whole 10 cents over minimum wage! A total score! Right? Or so I thought.
I was given an apron and was told to get to work. No training at all, but that's just how it goes I guess, you learn while you work.
Cutting to the point, the GM would sit in his office and watch the cameras, then come out wagging his finger at everyone yelling. Then repeat.
If it wasn't busy, I was told to clock out. I was clocked out during most of my shifts.
The schedule would change same day and I wouldn't get informed. There was only the paper schedule and nothing online to check. I'd often come in and get yelled at for being late or be hours early for my shift.
I eventually had a mental break down wanting to quit but was super concerned about how that would look to future employers if I quit my first job after a month. Oh yeah, I made less than $100 working a month.
I did quit via email after a shift lead begged me not to as they were already severely short staffed. About a week later the GM got fired. Within a few days he went back to the store, shot and killed 2 people then himself.
It haunted me that if I didn't quit, I could have been there; I could have been one of the people who died.
Fuck Boston Market, I haven't eaten there since.
TL;DR at 16, Boston Market treated me horribly. I quit. The shitty GM got fired, then he shot up the place.