It is sad how often a job will be something that people love, but it is ruined by bad coworkers or management (or both).

What would you do if you worked at a pizza place, and while you loved the job, the coworkers were always bullying you, and the managers let your shift get changed without notifying you, so sometimes you didn’t know you were supposed to show up?

That is what happened to the young woman in this story, so finally she had enough, and she just stopped going in. She tried to notify her manager, but she never got a response.

These types of stories are awful because it hurts both the employee and the company, but the problems that cause it are never fixed. Read through the full story below and see what you think of what happened.

AITA for quitting my job after only about 2 months?

Ok, so in the middle of October 2019, I got a job interview at one of my local pizza chains.

Getting hired for a new job is always exciting.

Right off the bat, I could tell that the boss, we’ll call her H, was overworked and very understaffed. The interview went well, and since I had already interviewed there once before, I got the job right then.

We even went so far as to schedule my first few days of training right there at the interview. I was very happy to have gotten a job, and my training days went by quickly after that.

There is something wrong.

H made a few remarks about how the training and the first rush hour usually scare people off and that she was glad to have somebody be excited for the job for once.

I liked the job, even though some of the coworkers were not so pleasant, but about a week in, I realized that something was wrong.

The schedule seems confusing.

I wasnt on the written schedule yet, but I was sent an email telling me when I was scheduled. I had set up alarms for when I had to go in, but on a day that I wasn’t supposed to be in until 3:00pm, I recieved a text from H at 11:00am, asking me if I knew that I was supposed to be in at 9:00am.

I thought that I had obviously made a big mistake and I went in as fast as I possibly could. When I got there, of course I got yelled at for ten minutes by someone who wasnt even my boss, telling me that they had had a lot of customers and were struggling to keep up and that this type of behavior was absolutely not permitted.

So, it wasn’t even her fault.

I tried to explain the mistake and was met with a “Well that’s your problem. I dont want to hear excuses. Just get to work.” After which I proceeded to cry and from there, I began to develop a hate for my job.

Well, apparantly, as I came to realize, I hadn’t made a mistake on what time I was supposed to be in, but rather, it seemed like they were changing my schedule on me without my knowledge.

How can a business operate like this?

It happened at least every three days, and I knew for a FACT that I was not making that many (if any) mistakes on when I was scheduled for work.

I cared about my job and I cared about being a good employee and coworker who could be depended on.

This is just unreasonable.

I texted and emailed H to ask her about this, and she said that to her knowledge, nobody was changing my schedule, but that part of a job there is that my hours are subject to change, which sounded right.

But I think that would at least warrant for them to tell me beforehand. She also told me that if I wanted to stay on top of my changing hours, I needed to be into the store EVERY DAY to check if my schedule had changed.

Why does the manager have a problem notifying people of schedule changes?

Now, keep in mind that this was my first job, and I thought, hey maybe this is just how it works, but now I’ve come to learn that its definitely not, unless you’re working an on-call type of job.

My job was a full time job with few enough hours that it was more like a part time job. If my hours were being changed, she should have at least told me, as she DID have a way to contact me, both through email, AND through text and call.

Bad coworkers can make a good job insufferable.

So, the stress was mounting, and I hated going in to work, not wanting to be yelled at or humiliated. H herself was great to work for, and she told me several times that I was one of the most skilled pizza builders that she had had in a long time (meaning I made pizzas quickly and that she liked that I actually cared about what they looked like) but my other coworkers, excluding one or two, were not very nice to me.

They would take frequent smoke breaks during rush hour, leaving me to work the make table, oven, cut table, and packaging deliveries all by myself for five to ten minutes at a time, then scolding me if (more like when) I was backed up when they came back in.

She shouldn’t be getting yelled at by coworkers.

I also had a coworker who would take the orders, who we’ll call M, that would come back to the kitchen frequently. If I was building pizzas, she would yell at me that there were things coming out of the oven that needed to be cut, and if I was on the cut table, she would yell at me that the orders were piling up and that I needed to step up my game.

I recognized her from my school, and she was younger than me, but still bossed me around. She would always have this look of disdain on her face when she saw me, and, although she had ALSO been trained to help at cut table when it was needed, she would stand there, leaning against the delivery table playing games on her phone and texting friends in between barking orders at me.

At least he has one coworker whom he likes.

Everybody pretty much let me know that I was terrible at the cut table and packing deliveries.

Make table was great when I had help, as it went by quickly and I could do what I actually liked about the job. I made a friend who was maybe my moms age who was also very new to the job who we’ll call Harley.

This new girl appreciated having someone who cared.

I had been on about a week longer than she had, and so I taught her a lot of the stretching and topping and ratios and whatnot because nobody else would teach her.

She said that she appreciated that I taught her in a way that she could understand and that I wasnt harsh. We had the same struggles and the same people that hated us just because we were new.

Things are taking a turn for the worse.

We were both the ones who had our hours changing all the time without us knowing, and we were also the ones that everyone piled the extra work onto. It was good to have at least one person who I looked forward to seeing every shift.

Even though it was stressful, I hung in there, but things got INFINITELY more stressful when Dixie started coming in. Dixie was the Region Coach (Regional Manager, but we called her the RC), and managed the store in both of the other towns that had stores near us.

Micromanaging people are the worst.

When Dixie came in, we all knew that we were going to have an awful day, not because she wasnt nice enough, but because we had all been trained to do things a certain way, and she had us do things completely differently when she was there.

She had us stretch dough differently, make garlic knots differently, season crusts differently, make a different pattern of pepperoni, less sauce, less cheese, do dishes differently, no breaks (well I guess I wasnt ever allowed to take a break anyways) throw away any pizzas that we had accidentally messed up (H would let us take them home if we wanted), she would take over our stations for us if she didnt feel that we were operating according to HER rules, the list went on.

Now Dixie is noticing the scheduling issues.

Eventually, she came in almost every day, and H had no say over anything anymore. Work was terrible.

Back to the issue of people changing my hours. Eventually, Dixie called me and asked me why I hadn’t been coming in when I was scheduled.

Nobody should be changing anyone’s schedule except the manager.

I was on the written schedule by this time, and every time a new schedule was put up, I would stand in front of it and make sure I got EVERY one of my scheduled shifts put into alarms and onto my phone’s calendar.

I told her “I’m sorry, but half of the time I don’t know WHEN to come in. I think that people are changing my schedule, because I have every one of my shifts written down, but I still keep getting called and scolded for missing shifts that I do not have.”

These managers refuse to deal with the scheduling issues.

She then went on to tell me that, one, no, nobody was changing my schedule (which I knew had to be some sort of lie, as my aforementioned friend, Harley’s, schedule was being changed too) and two, if I was late or didn’t show up again, it would be a second strike against me (the first which I didn’t even know I had, go figure).

It only occurs to me as I’m writing this that maybe (very big maybe, because it still seems pretty far fetched, as everyone knew our names) everyone was confusing me and Harley for a lady who NEVER came in.

Why put up with this much drama from a simple pizza job?

The scheduling issue was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

After that call with Dixie, I never went in to work again. I tried to give some sort of notice to H (even if it wasn’t two weeks notice), but she never picked up, answered her email, or was able to recieve my texts.

No need to stay at a job like this.

I texted Dixie again to ask her to deliver the message to H that I wasnt coming back in, or to at least give me her current contact info so I could tell her myself, but every time, Dixie would refuse, telling me to “figure it out myself” and that “it wasnt her job to pass on resignation notice or H’s contact info”.

So to this day, H never got my message, and I never got to say goodbye to Harley. Dixie was even the one who took over giving me my final payroll, but at least I was finished.

It is amazing how many good employees a company will drive off through bad managers.

Read through the comments below to see what people thought about it.

It is fine do leave a job for any reason, but many people feel bad about it.

You don’t have to stay at a job that you don’t like.

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These expectations were unreasonable, though.

Businesses would run much more smoothly if they treated their employees with a little respect. She should have been taking pictures of her schedule as proof that she wasn’t just not coming in.

At the end of the day, however, this was just a pizza shop job. She won’t have trouble finding something new.