I have a bit of an extremely long but an infuriating tale to tell. It started off with an Italian (pizza) restaurant opening up in my small hometown. At the time, I was fresh out of high school and unemployed. I happened to walk by and catch the owner, who, after a brief conversation, asked if I would like to open the store with him as his first pizza cook trainee. I was thrilled to learn how to make an authentic Italian pizza. I started working with him, and my (now-ex) bf got a job as a maintenance guy there too, fixing up the place.
The owner was actually from Italy, so I'll call him Lou, short for Luigi, which of course is not his real name. For the first week, Lou had me chopping veggies, which would have been fine, but he refused to let me wash the mushrooms, so my hands were always black. He had hired a 15 year old kid to be his dishwasher, but the kid soon became his personal assistant.
His new job was to clean Lou's apartment above the shop. Right after that, Lou moved me to dishes. I asked him when he would teach me to make pizza. He replied that he wouldn't. Ever.
I offered to help the wait staff one day when they were extremely understaffed, and his reply was that only skinny girls worked the front. After 3 weeks of this crap, I quit without giving him a reason. When I went to pick up my paycheck, he told me he understood why I quit. He said, and I quote: "I know why you quit. You quit because you're moody, because you're a woman." In shocked silence, I took my cash and left.
My ex continued to work there, and Lou purposely worked him longer and longer hours to keep him away from me. He actually told my ex that he needed to break up with me so he could be a free man, like Lou, from "crazy moody bitches like that KittyPie." I eventually convinced him to quit, which I learned pissed Lou off to no end, because my ex was his bitch boy who would do anything he said.
Fast forward about six months, and I had gotten my second real job, working at the dysfunction that is WallHell. I was counting down my register one day, when my friend, who was giving me a ride home, stopped to ask me when I'd be finished. I told him to give me about 15 minutes, and he said okay and wandered off.
My CSM, (Let's call her Jo,) shows up, out of NOWHERE, and says "You can't have people talking to you while you count down, it's against the rules, blah blah." I apologized and explained, but she didn't care. (This is important.)
Fast forward one more month. I'm working on a register, when I turn my head and see Lou standing at the end of my aisle. He smiles at me, waves, and walks out the door. I am confused beyond anything at this point, but I just chalk it up to him getting over the drama. About a half hour later, two super skinny blonde teens come into my line. They have a TON of food, so as I'm checking them out, I say, "You ladies must be cooking for a bunch of people!"
The girl unloading the cart just looks at me, but the one standing in front of me does a huge dramatic sigh, and says "No, We work at (name of Italian restaurant.) The owner made us go shopping for him."
I commented, "Oh, I worked there when that place first opened!" (Note: Everything I am saying is with a friendly tone and a smile.) This girl immediately starts ranting about how much she hates the place, can't stand Lou, he's chauvinistic, he's a pig......... etc.
I'm just checking out the order, saying things like, "Wow, that sucks," and "That doesn't sound like fun." After she's finished, I tell her I hope things get better for her, and move on to my next customer.
About 10 minutes later, the Jo appears behind me and pulls the cord on my light, telling me that I am needed in the office. Mind you, I've only been working here for about 2 months, so I'm terrified. When I get back to the office, Jo tells me that I am in trouble, because the two blondes "did not appreciate all the nasty things you said about their boss and place of employment. They said that you made them feel more uncomfortable than they've ever been, and they may not come back."
Both Jo and the store manager began to scream at me, back and forth, for about 15 minutes. At one point, Jo says "She's been talked to about this before." (See important Jo conversation above.) After they finished yelling, I was so furious that I just sat there looking at them. I got wrote up for it, even after explaining what had happened. Later on, the store manager was demoted for abuse of power, and while folding clothes one day in her "new" department, she tried to apologize to me, which just made me even more angry, because it meant she probably believed me, but just wanted to give Jo what she wanted. Jo never really liked me; I was too "unique" with my tattoos and piercings for her conservative Christian views. (Yes, she told me that.)
Sorry for the super long tale... Just needed to get that one out. It's been festering in my mind for a really long time. Anyone else ever had a former employer try to exact "revenge?"