Dear Douche Twizzle,
My kid, your ex-employee, is 16 nearly 17 and on the cusp of being an adult. Do you know what you call a human who is on the cusp of being an adult? A child.
I would agree that the way my son ended his employment with you was not done in a professional manner. He was unhappy working at your frozen yogurt store. It would have been great for him to give you two weeks notice instead of finishing his shift, then sending you an email that he quit. After all, you give two weeks notice when you terminate employees, right?
He’s 16 years old. He has food, shelter, a family who loves and supports him and he doesn’t have any bills. He doesn’t understand yet that leaving a job in that manner isn’t an option for most of us.
Let’s be honest though, haven’t most of us left at least one job in a less than stellar manner? I know I did once and I was double the age my son is now.
I understand you were inconvenienced. I understand you were left in a bind to cover his shifts. You’re a business owner though, you know this happens. He could have just been ill for his next shift and you would have been in the same boat.
Which brings me to my next point. Do you understand why he left? He was treated disrespectfully by a young woman that you deemed fit to manage other humans. He got a stomach virus and called in sick because he had been vomiting all day.
When he went to his next shift, he was accused by your manager of being a liar. She said she didn’t believe he was sick and that if she found out he was lying about being sick, she would see to it that he was fired. I really have no idea how she was going to ‘find out’ anything.
It would seem to me, that since your business is selling food to the public, you wouldn’t want a vomiting employee in your establishment. I don’t know. For convenience sake, maybe you would. I can see where your manager was skeptical, though. It’s fucking unheard of for a kid to get sick like that during the cold and flu season.
She made him stay late to clean machines as a punishment because she felt he was mean to her. This was a school night. He didn’t get home until after 11:00. How was he mean? He was mean because he objected to being called a liar. He was also berated for walking across the room too slow.
There were other issues as well and he came to the logical conclusion that this girl was going to keep tormenting him and he chose to walk away from it. I can’t say that I blame him.
Here’s where I go from being annoyed with your choice of manager to being extremely annoyed with you. You self absorbed bag of squishy dicks.
You, an adult business owner, sent a series of texts messages to my son, who we have established is still a child. You told him he had no integrity. Why don’t you talk to your nasty little manager about integrity? You told him that he wouldn’t make it in the real world. Only you worded it as ‘good luck in the real world, you’re going to need it’. Fucking really, dude? This is how you are willing to talk to a child?
Even that isn’t my biggest complaint. You couldn’t stop with just insulting my kid and telling him that he was going to fail at life because he chose to cease working at a fro yo place. You proceeded to text him that your nephew had died and that you couldn’t be with your family because you had to cover his shift.
First, and I do mean this sincerely, I am sorry for your loss. Losing a nephew would be devastating. But to text my son and to lay your inability to be with your family in your time of grief on his shoulders is beyond the pale. You could have just closed your fucking shop for the evening. How dare you text my child and lay that off on him?
I cannot begin to tell you how badly I wanted to talk to you face to face and tell you in great and very loud detail how very little I think of your integrity.
My son, however, asked me to not say anything. This was his job and for him to deal with.
He’s right. This is his issue to deal with. It’s time for me to step back and let him find his way to adulthood that is approaching at a rate of speed which leaves me breathless. I can’t fight his battles anymore. You should really be glad for that, because I definitely would have scared off a few of your customers if I had come in to speak to you.
I’m glad my son took the high road. I’m glad you delivered a lesson to my son. The lesson is that sometimes people are insufferable assholes. All in all, I’m sure he’s grown from the experience. I suppose I could thank you for that growth.
I won’t though. I’m way too petty for that and you fucked with my kid. Instead I will just say this: Fuck you. Fuck your horse.
I hope your yogurt goes bad.