I worked in a deli at a grocery store.
One of the girls I worked with was SO ANNOYING. This girl actually said to me on her first week, "Look, I can't be expected to remember any of this. I have too much going on in my head, you know? I'm EMO, ok?"
One day, our manager is in and is working on a huge order of party trays of little sandwiches in the rear area (not visible to customers, but very close to what is going on where you can hear everything, and take a few steps to see everything.
She's late, which is actually uncommon (she may be annoying as shit and extremely unhelpful, but the girl was there for her whole shift). When she gets there, I am helping a customer who wants her deli meat thick cut, so I have the meat slicer going which is kind of noisy.
She says something to me, but I ignore her because A) I actually have issues with the meat cutter. It scared the shit outta me, so I am super careful when I use it. B) I don't like her.
She then goes and unplugs the meat slicer so it stops running, and then stomps her foot like a toddler and screams at the top of her lungs, "MAUMACD, YOU NEED TO STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND LISTEN TO ME!"
I'm pretty stunned at all this so I don't say anything. A quick glance at the customer who has a WTF? look on his face.
I guess the manager had also peeked her head out at this point because of the commotion.
Then this awful coworker starts ranting at me how I don't give her enough attention, and that she is EMO so I should be giving her more attention and I don't like her posts on facebook, and why didn't I call her to see why she was late, and did't I worry about her? and how dare I not stop what I was doing the second she came in because obviously I should be really concerned about her because she is EMO and she knows I know she is EMO because she knows she told me... blah blah blah.
I am at this point, getting pissed as shit. My life does not revolve around her, and I am just trying to do some work so I can make money while I am at college. The last thing I want to be doing right now is cutting meat, and now I am being interrupted from that task to listen to some
bitch waste my time.
Then my manager walks up and taps her on the shoulder and says, "I was going to tell you're late, but you know what? Now I'm going to tell you you're fired. MauMacD, do you think you can do OK until Coworker#2 comes in?"
I nodded in the affirmative and they left. I never saw her again, and you know what? I'm ok with that.
The look on her face when our manager tapped her on the shoulder was priceless. Like a major 'oh shit' face.
Our manager had not been scheduled for that day to come in, but had because she was always kind of anal about the party trays and wanted to do them herself.
After my manager said she was fired, she just kind of deflated. Totally limp and submissive. It was a little sad, looking back on it - but again, I still remember my rage at her for being so self-centered, so it's not THAT sad.