Because when I asked for leave (first leave request in over 18 months) you didn’t answer me, walked over to the desk of the son of the director of the company and said “Geez you’ve not had leave awhile, did you want to take a holiday?”.

I had worked for you for 5 years and suddenly you couldn’t stand me. Thank goodness I overheard you badmouthing my work so I could prove it wasn’t true. You sent volunteers on extra-pay assignments that used to be mine. So I got sick of it and went freelance. And took your clients.

I worked at a retail store and my boss was family oriented. He kept asking me if I’m dating, if I said yes he’d ask if “she is the one”, if no he’d tell me about his single-mother cousin. One day he said “you know this is a family friendly retail store right?” that is when I considered my options.

You yelled at the Seasonal staff (including myself) because our supervisor didn’t do things she was supposed to. Whenever we asked you how to do something, you shrugged it off and said ‘How am I supposed to know?’ You constantly undermined our supervisor in public. This is a gov’t institution.

You called my girlfriend a “box licker” because she couldn’t make it to our company party.

I got yelled at for not having keys so I could open the boxes to stack the shelves. Where the hell are the box-cutters and why yell at a 14 year old for not having car keys?

They had to give you a job when you came back from maternity leave, even if it meant you weren’t really going to work anyway.

The 35 year old chef was constantly cornering me in the closet and grabbing my ass. He was 6 foot 5 and over 250lbs with prison tattoo’s. I complained and you accused me of stealing because he was your pot dealer and you didn’t want him to get in trouble!? I WAS 18 ASSHOLE!

Because you’re a crazy jealous b*tch who sleeps with customers, lies, cheats, then gets the only two people in the store who know what they’re doing moved to a different location because you knew they were close to exposing you for what you are; the worst boss in existence.

The girls you liked wore denim and leggings into work (which is against the dress code) and it was okay. I wore a blue pair of slacks and you sent me home because they “looked too much like jeans.”