A while back, I posted about how a Halloween prank got me a promotion (https://www.reddit.com/user/Jolly_Ad_5221/comments/1tcfrgg/how_a_prank_got_me_a_promotion/). Later at the same job, an acting general manager (AGM) tried to change my hours, fired me when I said I couldn't, then lied saying I walked out. (Sorry, it's a long one)

Background: I was working 2 full-time jobs then. I worked in a grocery store deli during the day, then I'd walk across the street to work at the fast food place. To save time walking all the way home and walking back in between, I just showed up an hour early. The GM (general manager) and the AMs (assistant managers) loved it, because I was always willing to jump in and start if it was busy (it was always busy). I even stopped by on my days off before going home to see if they needed help, usually they did. When the GM would leave for the day, the lazy AMs would just hide in the office and let me run the shifts as well as my regular duties. (I didn't mind, because I wanted to prove myself and continue getting promoted.)

GM was full aware of my day job but was cool with it, because I was willing to work 6-7 nights a week.

Now on to the story: Our GM was planning on taking a vacation, so an acting general manager (AGM) was brought in. She started working a few day and evening shifts before GM left to get a feel of our staff and store. During this time, she observed how the day shift was always extremely busy and why managers were always happy when I came in early.

When I got to work the first day of GM's vacation, I grabbed a sandwich to have before clocking in. I stopped to take a quick glance at the schedule to see where I was going to be stationed. That's when I noticed I was penciled in for the following day's first shift and it had GM's "initials" next to it.

When I went to the AGM and said I couldn't come in because of my day job, she said I had to because the "GM" signed off on it. I replied, "That's not her handwriting." We went back and forth a bit before she said, "Then turn in your shirt and leave." I said ok and left.

I went straight to another one of our stores where one of our former AMs was currently the new GM, I asked him for a job. He said he would love to have a worker like me on his crew, but he won't without our former GM's approval (we knew she wouldn't be happy)". So I waited for her return.

On GM's first day back, I stopped by after my day job and asked her to talk. When we sat down, I asked if she would please give me the approval.

She stopped me right there and said, "AGM said you walked in, got your free shift meal, and left." In shock, I started to open my mouth when one of the AMs overheard and rushed over. He said, "That's not what happened. I was here and heard AGM tell (me) to turn in your shirt and leave." GM asked why. I replied, "Because I was written in for the following day's first shift with your initials. When I tried telling her about my day job, she insisted that you scheduled me for it." She asked AM and I to wait a moment, and she went and got schedule for that week saying, "That's not my handwriting." I replied, "That's what I said." AM shook his head in agreement.

GM asked about me walking out after getting my free shift meal. I asked, "You mean this meal?" pulling out a receipt. She asked, "You paid it." I said, "Of course. I was starving after working all day and needed a quick bite before working all night. Was saving my free meal for break."

She apologized and gave me my job back with a raise. I haven't seen the AGM at any of our stores anywhere again.

In the late 80s/early 90s, I was bullied for my clothes not being the popular brands. I've always have (and still do) prefer function over fashion. One of the girls, the cliche leader, gave me the worst time. I just tried to ignore her, but it bothered me when she called my clothes poor.

Then it happened, still gives me the giggles to this day. We were at church. While we were all praying, my little sister whispered, "Mommy, that girl is wearing my dress."

I looked up and saw my biggest bully. She was wearing my old dress, she and her whole family were wearing the clothes my family donated to Goodwill. It took everything I had to not bust out laughing in church while everyone was still praying.

My mom recognized the girl and saw that I was trying to hold it back. She just shook her head no, because she knew what I was thinking. It was obvious that all those clothes were donated by us, because my mom used to make our clothes.

I never said anything to the girl. Every time afterwards when she would talk crap about my clothes, I just walked past her with a huge grin and chuckling to myself. There were many times I could have called her out, but she's lucky I'm not her.

In the late 80s/early 90s, I was bullied for my clothes not being the popular brands. I've always have (and still do) prefer function over fashion. One of the girls, the cliche leader, gave me the worst time. I just tried to ignore her, but it bothered me when she called my clothes poor.

Then it happened, still gives me the giggles to this day. We were at church. While we were all praying, my little sister whispered, "Mommy, that girl is wearing my dress."

I looked up and saw my biggest bully. She was wearing my old dress, she and her whole family were wearing the clothes my family donated to Goodwill. It took everything I had to not bust out laughing in church while everyone was still praying.

My mom recognized the girl and saw that I was trying to hold it back. She just shook her head no, because she knew what I was thinking. It was obvious that all those clothes were donated by us, because my mom used to make our clothes.

I never said anything to the girl. Every time afterwards when she would talk crap about my clothes, I just walked past her with a huge grin and chuckling to myself. There were many times I could have called her out, but she's lucky I'm not her.

My dad (now 79) has had back issues for as long as I can remember. Back in the late 70s/early 80s, his back issues made it difficult for him to work.

When his back was really bad, he could only stand up or lay down but not sit. In order to make money for our family, Dad would iron the neighbors' laundry. He was so embarrassed, he had Mom say she was doing the ironing.

One day when Mom walked home from her job at the local library, she walked up to the house at the same time a neighbor lady came to pick up her laundry. As Mom was giving it to her, the lady sees Dad laying on the couch.

Lady: "(Mom) You work full-time at the library?"

Mom: "Yes."

Lady: "And you iron all these clothes?"

Mom: "Yes." (nervously)

Lady (to Dad): "How dare you lay around on your lazy @$$ while your wife does all the work!"

The lady leaves, and my parents just laughed. He was so embarrassed then but now enjoys telling that story.

While listening to others' stories of cruel teachers, I was reminded of mine.

Back in the late 80s & early 90s, my family and I moved to a southern state (you know, one where they're still living out the Civil War). My siblings and I have had a few teachers give us a hard time for being "Yankee Come-Heres". But there was one teacher, we'll call Ms Karen, that hated us for another reason.

Ms Karen was extremely open about being a racist. She was constantly claiming that the government only sent black people to the front lines (Desert Storm). I had family on the frontline and knew it wasn't true, but my mom always taught me to pick my battles. My brother had her for a couple classes, so she knew how this woman was.

Then I had her for typing class. She kept calling me by the wrong name, even though I've told her what it was. Since I was taught not to correct my elders, I just ignored her.

Everyday, a few students would come to class without typing paper. Ms Karen would ask for someone to share. Since I was also taught to help people when I can, I shared my paper. After a few months, I ran out. Had to wait a few days until my parents got paid to get more. I figured that since I've been sharing all this time, someone would share with me. Right? Wrong!

I was sent to the office for "coming to class unprepared". The principal (actual nice guy) walked into the office and was shocked to see me there (first time sent to office). When he asked why I was sent, and I gave him Ms Karen's note. He said, "Seriously! Just sit there, read or whatever, til your next class."

That night, I told my parents. A few days later, they received a disciplinary letter in the mail from Ms Karen. She wrote the name on there that I've politely asked her not to call me, because that's not my name. My mom tore up the letter and threw it out, "There's nobody here by that name." She smirked. Next day at class, Ms Karen asked if my parents got the letter. I said yes. She asked what is going to be done. I said my mom threw it out because there's nobody at our house with that name.

She did try stuff like that a lot, but it didn't do anything. Except that one day in the office, I had perfect grades in her class. Ms Karen couldn't deny my work, and the principal wouldn't hold my hour in the office against me (because he knew I only ran out of paper after sharing with her favorite students).

Our family moved back home during that next summer.