When I worked at a restaurant and gift store chain, there was a wide selection of useless or annoying people, but it was incredibly hard to get fired from that store because we were always short-handed and overworked. The one time that I DID see someone get fired, let me tell you, it was a trip.
[Coworker] was one of those twenty-somethings that never grew out of their “thirteen-year-old’s idea of a cool popular guy” phase. He HATED to do real work. And he probably also hated me, to be honest, because I was the defacto dishwasher lead and helped run the shift and make sure everything ran smoothly. (This included training, correcting, and telling people to get into certain positions.)
It was a busy Mother’s Day, and we were all running on all cylinders, every position filled and busy. Even the managers were hopping on the cooking line and running dishes around the kitchen. [Coworker], as usual, kept disappearing off and on, but none of the rest of us could be bothered doing more than snapping at him to get this or that. We just put him on the window (putting dishes and pans where they go to replenish the cooks’ utensils) where he could be useless somewhere else, out of the way, since the rest of us working was much more put-together and could make short work of actually cleaning the dishes.
[Coworker] was getting impatient because it was nearing the end of his shift, so I guess he pestered a few managers about leaving, but they told him to clear the window that was overflowing with dishes and to wait until two dishwashers finished taking out the trash. [Coworker] stormed off. The window was soon overrun with dishes (again) and the line was empty of dishes (again), so the actual shift leader and I jumped on that to quickly replenish everything. We complained back and forth about how we had both been chasing [Coworker] around all day to get any kind of work done. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him: sneaking around the server area, grabbing a drink, and darting AWAY from the dish room.
Now, I can have quite a loud voice if I’m not careful about it, which catches most people off-guard because I’m pretty reserved. But I also did JROTC and honed a nice, crisp drill sergeant voice. So, having enough of this nonsense, I shouted over the noise of the kitchen:
Me: “[COWORKER]!”
The dude jumped like a mile. He stormed back over and I spoke in a more normal voice.
Me: “Help [Shift Lead] clear the window.”
He clearly didn’t like not having the last word, and he snapped:
Coworker: “I don’t like being yelled at!
I fired back out of reflex:
Me: “Then do your job!
He stormed off, theoretically putting things away. The shift lead said something to him that apparently made him mad, so he decided to body-check the shift lead. In clear view of the cook’s line. Which the GENERAL MANAGER was on.
[Coworker] was asked to leave and not to come back.
Right after [Coworker] stormed off, the dishwashers came back from taking the trash out. That meant that if [Coworker] had done literally anything different in the two minutes he was at the dish room window, he probably wouldn’t have been fired.
The next day, one of the managers I work with often was with me on the evening shift, and she disclosed to me that [Coworker] was scheduled to work, so if he came in, I needed to direct him to her so she could tell him that he was, indeed, fired. His clock-in time came and went without anything happening, so we just shrugged and went on with our lives.
The guy came in AN HOUR later, asking why he couldn’t clock in. The little old lady manager said:
Manager: “Because you were fired! And even if you weren’t, you’re an HOUR late!”
Some of the line cooks were snickering about “Then do your job!” for the next couple of days.