This story is from 2016 when I first entered the workforce. It was at a shitty Papa John's where I was routinely abused by another member of staff but that's a story for a different day.
Anyways, I considered this my first job. I was very much a greenhorn and desperately needed money because I was freshly an adult and didn't even have a car or license so my mom was driving me.
It was your typical pizza place with pizza place attitudes. A couple of old heads working there but a long of younger folk, with me being the youngest by far at 17 turning 18.
The store had 2 managers and an owner. 1 of the managers was pretty hands off and so was the other, but randomly he decided to get pissy with me.
So, what was happening was Pokémon Go was very big at the time. I wasn't into it really but they absolutely were. Multiple times the entire store would just walk into the nearby Walmart Parking lot to catch pocket monsters. Cool for them, didn't matter to me.
It worried me a little because I was not trained to cook anything or operate a stove or anything of the sort so I could only take calls really. But since EVERYONE was on their phone during downtime and even taking phone calls, I figured it didn't matter if I did some texting here and there as I missed all my friends that were in my hometown.
Absolutely randomly, probably at request of the mid 20s girl that later went on to threaten to kill me who also got physical with one of the male employees (screaming at him then slapping him) I get yanked into the office.
It's like late at night and we're slow and of course I'm wildly nervous.
He starts talking like “We've got to get a handle on your phone usage” and I Cock my head a little since I'm the one who's on my phone the least, and at first I'm going with it because I do operate the front of the store so maybe it was an “Appearance” thing.
Then he slides a disciplinary form for me to sign and says “We've had customers come in and it take you 2 or 3 minutes to acknowledge them or notice them at the window”.
Now that, I took offense to. Because it was literally make-believe. That's never happened.
So, I said in my most bureaucratically minded way, “Honestly I cannot sign this form in good faith, because I have absolutely zero memory of this event ever occurring. We do have a lot of cameras in the store, can you show me a video of this happening? If you can I'll absolutely sign it.”
I saw him get a little red, as he then tried to scare me into signing by saying “If the owner has to scrawl through this footage to find it, you're gonna be in big trouble.”
So I said “Who's gonna be in trouble if she finds nothing?”
He said nothing, so I left and finished up that shift. He got fired a month later because his car broke down and he didn't have a ride.
I learned through that interaction that unless there's evidence, I ain't signing shit.