So I worked in a bike shop for 8 years, and it was a brilliant and awful job. Awful being that I hated my boss. Proper dick when it came to your wellbeing. If you was sick, he’d drive to your house and knock on your door, try to convince you to come to work. This was mainly because he’d want to leave early in the afternoon to do “paperwork” and couldn’t leave the other staff member on their own (there was only 3 of us including the manager)
I gave into this bullying for years, coming into work, throwing up out the back door whilst selling a bike was one of my personal favourites, especially when the customer expressed his worry to my manager and got laughed off. Lets call my manager “Asshat”.
via @notiun
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