Hi. I've been coming to this
site for a while now, but this will be my fist submission. I wish I found this
site sooner, but I'm glad I did. It's nice to meet you. Call me Ms.
PictureEditor, or PicEdit for short.
For 2 years I was a retouching artist and personal assistant to a photographer working with volume children photography (think yearbook but twice a year). Always on location, I was required to get up early, meet my boss (I'll call him AlphaDouch, or AD for short), drive to location, set up, keep kids from hurting themselves, tear down, and then edit, retouch, print, and ready the pics for delivery, and this all had to be done in 3-4 weeks, even though we advertise 4-6. Sometimes this meant 12 to 16 hour days, but I was getting overtime, so I bit my lip.
I got really good at it, and the company was growing. We got more jobs, AD was opening an actual studio for walk ins, and my average hours jumped from 40 to 52. Nice paycheck, but dying social life. So I asked him to hire more help, or at least think about it.
So he goes out and hires 2 more photographers, and spends a lot of his time doing personal matters on his cell while I'm in the back working.
Ok, now I'm getting overwhelmed. But AD kept telling me "You make $$$ an hour when you go overtime. You love your work. What else matters?"
So I agreed with him... and then my uncle died, and his funeral landed on our biggest job that year. I begged for at least the afternoon so I could go to just the service. He said fine. The next day, he asked me which side of the family he was from.
PicEdit: "He's my adopted grandpa."
AD: "Adopted? So not blood related?"
AD: "If I had known that, I wouldn't have given you the time off."
PicEdit: "Why?! He's family!"
AD: "Did you visit him every day?"
PicEdit: "Well, no. I was working mostly."
What... the...? Seriously? What does blood have to
do with any of that? That man and his wife attended every Christmas, recital,
birthday, and Thanksgiving I can remember! How could I not love him?
At this point I was losing weight and had had diarrhea for 6 months now. I was constantly drinking 4 bottles of water a day to stay hydrated. I was becoming more and more scared of him. Every time I messed up one order out of the 1000+ I processed that month, he would scream and stomp his feet and fists like a child that was 100lbs bigger than me muscle wise.
So I waited until we were between seasons, made sure to type up every
note I had and instructions for everything I did, and turned in my two weeks,
giving him a full month to find a new assistant.
He literally said, "You just fucked me."
PicEdit: "It's fine! I made sure to make time to-"
AD: "You just fucked me. How could you fuck me!? After all I did for you?! How could you fuck me like this!?"
PicEdit: "B-but I-"
AD: "Why didn't you tell me 3 months ago!?
Every assistant I had told me 6 months in advance! I have no time to find a new
one, and YOU have to be here to train them!"
I was almost crying at this point. I gave him a MONTH to find a new assistant, and when I walked out of there, he had bullied me into making myself available for another month, time I was already planning on giving him.
I couldn't stop crying for the whole next day. I was terrified. I was convinced at this point that he would beat me if I saw him again. So my mother helped me type up a note, drove me other there when I knew he would be gone, and dropped it off with my key. Then I ran.
That's how I quit... And I still feel wrong about it.
Was I wrong?
May all your bosses respect you.