Have No Truck With These Coworkers

(I’m 6 months pregnant when I have a confrontation with a difficult coworker. Note that this coworker had her son less than a year before, and complained throughout her pregnancy about how it wasn’t fair she had to do work.)

Coworker: “I can’t believe you!”

Me: “…What did I do?”

Coworker: “Making me do truck all by my f***ing self because you’re too lazy! That’s why you’re so d*** fat!”

Me: “What are you talking about? I stock all the time!”

Coworker: “Ugh, but you make me get all the stuff off of the pallets and put it in a cart for your fat a**. You know what? I’m going to go report you.”

(My coworker leaves and I stand there completely dumbfounded, as the attack has come out of nowhere. She and the shift manager soon return.)

Shift Manager: “Why aren’t you helping with truck?”

Me: “I can’t—”

Coworker: “She’s being a fat, lazy b****. She said she was going to make me do all the work!”

(Although this is untrue, the shift manager sides with my coworker against me.)

Shift Manager: “You know, we’re all getting sick of you not pulling your weight around here, [my name]. I think you should just go.”

Me: “Are you firing me?!”

Shift Manager: “I expect everything out of your locker by my shift tomorrow, or I’m throwing it all out.”

(He continues to berate me while I get my keys and coat out of the back because he won’t even let my near my assigned locker. I end up calling my husband to come get me, because I am sobbing so hard. I return the next day to retrieve my remaining belongings after my normally-scheduled shift. I run into my main manager.)

Manager: “[My name], you’re late and not in uniform. I’m going to have to write you up, you know.”

(I assume he’s in on the whole deal, so I break down once again. This stuns him, and he drags me into his office.)

Manager: “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Me: *sobbing* “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. I was fired last night, and now this.”

Manager: “What! Fired?! Who fired you?”

Me: “The shift manager…”

(I tell him what happens and he goes to review the tapes, leaving me in his office. While I’m waiting for my manager to return, the shift manager walks in.)

Shift Manager: “What the f*** are you doing here, you stupid cow?! I told you—”

(At that moment, my manager walks in.)

Manager: *to the shift manager* “What the h*** do you think you’re doing?!”

Shift Manager: *freezes and turns pale*

(My manager sends me home, giving me three days paid vacation to relax and calm down. When I return to work, I learn that both my shift manager and coworker have been fired. They would’ve only gotten a write up, had my manager not found footage of them having sex in several different places. As for me, I delivered a happy and healthy boy, and continue to work at my now-awesome job!)