This reminds me of a very amusing (tedious) anecdote that I will now go over in detail for no apparent reason.
A few years ago, I managed to land a job at a UPS store (Not to be confused with UPS itself). The joys of minimum wage, back breaking labour, and customer support multitasking all rolled into a bitter "Horrible hours" roll. If my previous, needlessly wordy simile didn't describe it well enough : it was a horrible job. I began it, simply enough going through training... Except through most of the training, my instructor sat in the corner listening to his iPod. He didn't really give a crap, he was leaving for some new job in a week anyway. After barely grasping the basics, he heads off; and its now my time to take the post of the well loved veteran of the store. After a few days, I began to get a decent handle on things but... my boss would be there, breathing over my neck; hanging over my every move, just constantly watching. Every time I stumbled, every mistake I made, I was berated for it. Many times, I was openly mocked in front of customers "I told him how to do that already but he JUST DOESNT LISTEN".
Time would pass, less mistakes would be made, and I would become a trusted but still disrespected employee. Human error would be met with yelling and humiliation. I suppose I'm a bit of a coward, because I still remember the sheer terror that gripped my being as I heard this old, tactless jack ass breathing in back of me watching my every keystroke, my every packaging, my every conversation. The boss' brother would later refer to me as "that idiot" on speaker phone and then presume to smile and shake my hand when we'd occasionally meet in person. One of my coworkers never worked saturdays, even when being directly told to come in, so I would have to be woken up at 6am to come fill in for her, and the boss would do little to reprimand her.
I would return home with only a meager pay check and a sore, exhausted body and mind. It was not a very good time in my life. About 6-7 weeks after I began working, I was told to come in one saturday to MANAGE the store. Had my boss come to trust me this much? Does he actually respect me? No; he wanted to go to some social event, and he couldn't be assed to run the store that saturday. I was to have too inept employees as my underlings that day,
1 - A guy who doesn't see fit to iron his uniform, so every day he came to work looking like a berserk hobo.
2 - The woman who never works saturdays even when told to.
I was in no way qualified to run this store, nor did I even want to go in that day... So I figured it was about time to get even with my tormentor.
I received the keys to the store and the security code. I received some instructions and the day was done. I went home... And slept in.
Every part of my "plan" fell into place that day. Two days prior, the phone number I had given to my employer changed, so he couldn't contact me.
So the store had no manager that saturday, as a matter of fact; I had the only key to the store. The owner had to leave his social event in order to handle the situation that I had created. The store that day lost a great sum of money, and had lost a few regulars to the nearby competing UPS store. I know these things because this was written in a (literally) soiled letter sent to me by the owner's wife, which also made sure to call me a low life with no morals or decency. Well, I suppose I can't argue that.
I mailed him his keys, he mailed me my check and I went about my life.
Now I work a new job, I get praised constantly for my diligence and work ethic, and my hours are much better yet, I still can't shake the feeling that I'm being patronized somehow... Paranoia, or is it justified? Sometimes, I feel like I can't trust my own judgment anymore...
Well, don't make the same mistake I did, take Kaempher's advice and take her down the right way.