End Of My Shift And End Of My Patience

, , , | Right | March 2, 2018

(All the stores in my chain have been made “no-smoking places,” meaning employees are not allowed to smoke during their breaks or during working time. One day when my shift is over, I am walking to the parking lot towards my car and smoking a cig.)

Woman: “You are not allowed to smoke!”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Woman: *getting quite angry* “YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SMOKE!”

Me: “Says who?”

Woman: “Employees are not allowed to smoke at this place!”

Me: “Yeah, we are not allowed to smoke during our workday.”

Woman: “Put it out, now! I don’t want my kids to smell that awful smoke!”

(The woman drags her kids with her. They are good nine feet away and the wind is blowing to my direction.)

Me: “Then why did you even bring them here?”

Woman: “Put it out, now!”

(She manages to grab my cigarette and throws it to the ground. At the same time, the store manager is also leaving, and the woman calls her to talk with us.)

Woman: “You need to fire this guy, or at least give him a warning!”

Manager: “Why?”

Woman: “He was smoking here, and employees are not allowed to do that!”

Manager: “Is your shift over?”

Me: “Yes.”

Manager: “Then there is no problem! He can destroy his lungs if he wants to, but only during his free-time!”

(I lit another cig, jumped in my car, and left. The woman looked like she wanted to feed me to hungry bears. The next day, the manager told me that woman insisted that I must be fired and said she would give our executives a call about this. Nothing happened.)

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