Heyo reddit. Trying to get some clarification on something that happened I'd say about a year ago now, because I am constantly tossing and turning and trying to decide if I'm in the wrong for the ultimate decision I made after the events leading up the straw that broke the camel's back. (Also I tried to post this on r/AmItheAsshole, just to clarify, but this story exceeds the character limit, so I'm taking it here since I figure you all have a lot of job experience on hand).
So for some background to the background, I am a Female, was 18 at the time (19 now), and had just gotten my first job. I was living with my folks and trying to earn some dough before moving for Uni. My parents sheltered me hardcore before this, so when all my pals were getting jobs at 15, my parents wanted me to be the best in highschool (grew up with a lot of pressure to "be the best" at everything) and focus on only that. But the second I turned 18 my mother said "Why don't you have a job?????" after not letting me get one for myself, and told me to apply at a bakery that was opening in our area shortly after I shot a very confused look her way. I applied for the job, which went poorly since I had no clue how to apply for a job, but managed to nab a spot on the line since they told me they really needed employees.
So my first week there, I'm given my uniform and told that the first week will be dedicated to training me on the line. See, this bakery had two sections to it; an actual bakery for sweets, bread, and everything doughy, and a lunch/dinner line beside it where customers could order things such as salads and soups hotplate items like quiche. While I initially applied for bakery, I was given line, but hey, a job's a job. So I get all suited up, roll up my sleeves, and learn how to put together a salad. Easy-peasy. I was intended to work that day for about 8 hours, after arriving there at about 11 A.M. or so, but at around 4-5 P.M., one of the SEVERAL MANAGERS (seriously, this place had like 5 on-site managers) approached me questioning who I was since they weren't informed about any new employees and were borderline hostile about it, and told me that I had to clock out and leave for the day since they had too many people scheduled for that day. I was concerned about not getting in the hours I needed, but listened to the boss and went on to take off my apron and clock out, going home at 5 P.M. The next day I went in to work for what was going to be another 8 hour shit, comprised mostly of my training, but after only 2 hours, I was sent home once again due to there being an over-staffing issue. This continued for the rest of my training week.
I figured it was normal since I didn't know better, so I didn't contest against it when the following week they told me I was done with my training and only knew about half the line. I worked, made many errors that I wasn't ever really corrected on since the employees that were meant to be my trainers either quit or weren't working my shifts, so I was working alongside employees that didn't have time to train me since their jobs took a lot of time. I was often sent home, still, or told to leave early due to there being "too many workers on the line" (that being the manager's words exactly). I tried to talk about how I wasn't getting my requested hours with one of the managers, and expressed that the whole reason why I got the job was to make money and I wasn't working enough to make what I needed, and after they told me they would take care of it, nothing happened for another two weeks or so.
Until out of the blue, they moved me to the bakery. Each station in the workplace is contractually stated to offer a minimum of one week's time for employee training, but in this case, I was given about 2 hours via a very fast and sloppy little tutorial given by the head woman put on bakery. I went from preparing salads, soups, and meals, to bagging bread and making fancy coffee drinks from time to time. I was actually fairly pleased with my bakery job, despite the fact that I still made many errors which I was scolded for rather than corrected on, and no one there was really able to help me when I came up to them with a question on how to make a certain drink. Everything was fine and dandy until I was given a rush order called in.
So I was given an order that included a large cup of potato soup to go. Line workers are usually the ones who grab the food for to go orders for the bakery folks to bag or pack up, but there was literally no one on line when my fellow bakery employee barked the order at me. "Hey OP, order number 30 needs a large cup of potato soup NOW, we're late on the order!" they shouted. I frantically tried to slip gloves on, since that was protocol for line workers when grabbing the food, but I was rushed to simply go get the soup ASAP, so I shook the half-applied glove off my hand and rushed over to the soup canister. Grabbing a cup in my left and the ladle in my right, I took the filled device and began to tip it into the cup while my fellow bakery asshole continued to urge me to "hurry!". As I was tipping the ladle, the cup slipped out of my grasp, and the entirety of the potato soup in the ladle spilled out onto my left hand at 205 degrees Fahrenheit. I let out a small scream, dropped the ladle, and quickly tried to pick up the mess I created while not-so-concerned customers watched me from the other end of the line. A line employee who saw the incident as they came out from the back kitchen told me to "wipe it on my apron and go back to my station", so I tried to do just that. Little did I know that the potato soup had begun to melt my skin and adhere to it, and after about 3 minutes I felt the blistering and swelling quickly overcome me. I cried and ran back to the manager's office, where he tried to treat it with an antiseptic spray, which was all they had in the first aid kit. When another manager came into the office, he scolded the manager treating me for doing so incorrectly, and after glancing at my hand, which was shaking, unable to move properly, and covered in now melting and blistering flesh, told me I needed to go to the hospital.
The manager telling me I needed to see a doctor insisted on me going to a hospital that was a 40 minute drive from the work establishment. He told me that if I went there, worker's comp would cover my injury because they had to do a drug test first. The bakery was a five minute drive from a hospital with an emergency room. I called my father (I do not drive or own a car, myself), and he rushed over to take me to the ER that had the shortest travel time, since my skin was actively burning as I sat there waiting and crying. I was taken to the ER, treated for severe second degree burns, and was given 3 days off from work to let my hand heal. I ended up getting into a predicament with the work's higher ups, however, because initially they refused to pay worker's comp since I "refused" to get a drug test at their preferred hospital before being treated. It wasn't until I expressed that my skin was actively burning and that the hospital they wanted me to go to was 40 minutes away that they realized what they were asking for was impossible. As disgusting and blunt of a description as this is, the soup was literally melting into my skin. Waiting any longer would've caused more damage. After I returned, My shifts were changed, and now I was set to open for the bakery at 6 A.M every morning. I was fine, I didn't care- I just wanted money. And besides, I always had someone to help open the bakery with me, so it was manageable.
So about a week after this incident, I arrive at the bakery to find that I'm the only person in for bakery that day. That my scummy fellow employee didn't bother to show up or tell me that they weren't going to. On top of all of that, the kitchen ends up being late with pushing out baked goods for me to put on display and bag, so by the time my display case is just getting started on being stocked, we're open and impatient and wealthy white moms start coming in and bitching at me because "I'm not ready". I'm having trouble with a particularly impatient woman because she is requesting both a baked good AND a line item that we don't have stocked yet because the kitchen is slow. I try to tell her we don't have any of what she's wanting just yet and that she needs to wait a bit if she wants it, otherwise she can order what she sees available. She tells me to get a manager, manager completely ignores my issue on how I'm still missing several crucial food items for my display case, and goes back to the kitchen to get the woman what she wants ASAP, also ignoring my request to tell them to hurry up with the other goods I'm still waiting on. After the woman leaves, I take a quick break to the restroom, where I immediately lock myself into a stall and cry my eyes out. I've had to deal with shitty customers, shitty co-workers, shitty managers, and shitty management in general that almost refused to pay for my 1k+ visit and treatment for my burn that resulted in an issue on THEIR behalf. I was done with it all, it wasn't worth the little money I was getting.
So I ripped off my apron and quit right then and there. I called my folks for a ride and walked out in tears.
A woman from the back of the kitchen had to come out and take my spot while I waited for my father. She told me that what I did was "a huge inconvenience and a setback to the entire kitchen" and my manager told me that what I did was "highly unprofessional and irrational". I spent the following weeks crying and vowing to never work food ever again. My parents were initially understanding about the incident, but as time went on they started to tell me that I "should've stuck it out" and such. I still feel awful for all of this, over a year later. Despite the job being literally the worst, I knew that it maybe would've been more appropriate to simply put in my two weeks, but with me being put in a situation where I couldn't really properly perform my job. So am I wrong in any of this?
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