Knitty Kitty gets a Retail Balls Award for putting up with some unbelievable Retail Hell (click here) and seizing the moment to get out:
Let me first say, I AM A FREE KITTEN!
I terminated my employment with Hubsay after taking a position at a grocery chain whose name is used often in Loony Toons.
First, the reasons why I quit.
All shadiness aside, I really hated the job. More than once I had mental breakdowns enough to make me want to take the tip jar and leave. (And honestly, no one would've stopped me)
The DM came to visit last week when I was working a 12-5 shift. I came in to my boss flailing and panicking, knowing everything he taught me violates corporate policies. For the first time since I was hired, I was given an apron AND a clean hat.
Mind you I've only been making sandwiches just shy of 1 month, so my speed won't be on par with the boss, who has been doing it for 10 years.
The DM stands in the kitchen doorway and mumbles about my horrible thruput (read: speed x Quality) while my boss stands behind her and swears that I'm the manager. (He was wearing a red shirt that day, which in our hierarchy means he's only an assistant manager, where I wear black, making me "manager".) They then retreat to the kitchen, where she asked my boss multiple questions about whether or not the store is making the money that it is expected to. To which he proceeded to say "I don't know" in varying degrees of broken English until she gave up.
Due to the DM's visit I learned: 
-The rags that have turned almost mud brown with dirt from reuse are DISPOSABLE. But he's never let us throw them away.
-Our store makes less than $7,000 per week, and there is no competition nearby except Dunked Hoe Nuts.
-We are supposed to serve soup daily. (I've never seen it here)
-Breakfast sandwiches are different than normal sandwiches.
-My boss is more of a dumbass than I could ever think.
Yesterday was the last straw, however.
I was asked to open the store with no prior training in such. So being logical, I went in, and locked the door behind me. In the 10 minutes it took me to close the previous night's till, begin the new one, and preheat the oven for the morning's bread, I am getting a phone call from my boss. He was apparently watching me on the security camera, and saw that I had not turned on the "open" sign (it's 8:30 in the morning, who is gonna eat subs?!).
So I am berated first thing in the morning with "You are to stop what you are doing and go into the back and turn all the lights on. You are to unlock the door. We are to be open" and keeps going on about how I'm not doing things the way he would. (Nice of him to direct me properly to begin with. >_>)
Then, later in the day I am in the back doing dishes since it had been slow. (1-2 customers an hour), and he is in the front making sandwiches for the few stragglers from the medical pavilions nearby.

At one point I hear no noise from him, so I peek out into the dining area. There is a line out the door, and a woman waving an obviously charred roll at the head of the queue. So I start with her.
Immediately she says to me "ARE YOU THE MANAGER?" and he cowers and tells her that yes, I am.
So this woman throws the roll onto the counter and starts flailing and screaming how appalled she is that she paid $8 for a sandwich and that it has almost no meat on it, and how the one in the picture clearly is chock full of meat.
I turn the attention over to my boss, who made the sandwich.
His answer?
"I'm sorry ma'am, but HubSay has policies that govern how much we are to put on the sandwich..." and goes on a spiel blaming his mythical boss (who I now know doesn't exist). He ends up giving her a refund, which is somehow my fault, and he almost takes it out of my tips.
I'd written my 2 weeks notice, and dated it for today, ready to hand it to him when I went into work. But after his conduct lately, I'm done.
So yesterday after getting the call confirming my employment at Crack-Squee, I gathered my key, apron, etc, and brought it to him with plenty of time for him to cover my shift today.
With the loss of myself and Amelia (name changed), his other "do everything" employee, he will be hard-pressed to run the store now.
But honestly, that's not my problem. What this job boiled down to was "I don't get paid enough to let you drag me through the mud by my cuticles."
--Knitty Kitty