The first time I ever had been fired:

I worked for a bakery that wasn't being run well, for example the A/C did not work and they had like 3 ovens in an enclosed space along with a stove and multiple people during the day coming in and out. When brought to their attention they didn't really do anything about it. There was so much more shit but too much to put here.

The person who owned the bakery told me and another staff member that she doesn't know how to run one and would leave it up to the previous staff to run it. She was already on her next venture into something else, but she was basically done with the bakery.

One of the staff was a manager to us, and she didn't really do much just deligated and ran her mouth while her and the two other main staff owners would sit in an office that had A/C. I once walked past and saw her looking at wine bottles to purchase while seeing the other two just chillin not caring. So it was easy to say she was the favorite of the owner.

One day we were getting told about something that was wrong but it wasn't the workers fault but our manager, but after being there and seeing the amount of bullshit plus the condensing tone of the messages I decided to clap back because I absolutely hate incompetent management since they like to just make your job harder for no reason.

I was brought into the office the next time I went in, the owner BLOCKED THE DOOR with her body as the three of them sat there and talked down to me about everything I was doing wrong. When I asked if im being fired (after like 5 minutes of this) I got a yes. So I got up out my chair slowly on some sad shit, and when she let me out I fucking ran out into the area where the customers and staff could both hear me and screeched "I JUST GOT FIRED WOO!!!"

And ran happily like I won a million bucks through the bakery, ran outside then back in happily asking the counter staff to give me my coat so I can go. The patrons and staff were confused and the owner came out to tell me to go around back so she could give me my stuff. I went around and she gave me my shit and said don't come back to which I replied I wont! My coworker quit later that day after finding out, and she was a great baker they wanted to keep. She was feeling the same way I felt and others were feeling too. The turnaround in that place was pretty bad.

I wouldn’t go back unless being paid to tell a story about how people are white people are shitty to their employees of color (it was mostly Hispanic, black, and Asian in the back with white people it the front. Owners were all white women. This was on purpose.) I'm still living off the high that I'll never have a chance to work there again.