Sure. I’ll talk about a shit job. I worked at a fish dealer once. Anyway my feet got wet one day and I got these mondo blisters 2 or 4 inches long all over the bottoms of my feet. So my boss asks me what I’m limping so I told him and he went into the back room and got baking soda and said it would dry my feet out. So I generously fill up my shoes and limp back to my tasks. About 29 minutes later the baking soda had already started the process of eating my feet even more. So I pull my shoe off and and the skin on the bottom of my right foot sluffs off into the ground. I’m in huge pain and now with baking soda burns to go along with it.

So my boss, irritated with the fact I haven’t even gotten through my duties, begins to threaten me with disciplinary action. I’m poor at the time and rent was due so I attempted to get back to work. Except my pain induced gait caused my ankle to flop out and I fall to the shelves of fish food. It’s everywhere. My foot has real blood coming out of the shoe at this point and I ask him to call the hospital. He does so (but later docked my pay for the phonecall and the extra lunch break I took going to the hospital). Anyway he tells me I have to work overtime the very next day and that I can stand at the register. Problem is, the register is too high on top of a counter designed to be access from the raised floor on the opposite side where the customer stands. So I’m on my tippy toes gritting my teeth in horrible pain when the customer chimes in:. “Hey you pervert. Quit grinning at my daughter. Damn my pain face looks like a pervert grin…

So the manager overhead this and puts me back on tank duty again. I try to quit and the manager locks the door and throws my lunch in the lock cabinet saying I can have it back after I apologize .. to him… For grinning at the customer’s daughter.