I sometimes miss the freedom of my highschool retail job because there was very little consequence to anything I did. I had a manager try scheduling me for Christmas eve after I marked it unavailable and I was scheduled for it anyway, So I called him over to the scheduling board and asked him what the hell this was. He told me they needed people that day and I told him I wasn't coming in. He tried handwaving, saying it wouldn't look good and it would count as a no-call;no-show and I told him too bad. Nothing happened.

Another time we had this god awful supervisor who was at least 40 and would hit on all the teen girls and even strangled a kid who was pissed and trying to quit. We had just gotten these ipod touches with a scan tool in them and the supervisors got these bluetooth headsets that would pair to them. He was trying to show it off to me being like "how do I look? managers only" so I was like "you look like a douche" and he got all pissy and tried flexing manager privilege but nothing ever came of it.

Sorta the opposite of professional I guess.

Another thing that owned about that job was I was typically only on 4 hour shifts and would regularly go up to managers and be like "ah my stomach hurts i'm gonna be in the bathroom", then read a book on my phone for a half hour. I'd regularly have days where I'd be paid to shit for half my shift.