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You’re replaceable… Okay, bye!

I worked for a company for just under 5 years. The company I worked for existed for an additional 10 years prior to me. While I worked at this company, it ballooned to be the number one provider in the region for its unique service with about 75% of the market. It was a small business of about 15 employees.

I loved my job and the skills I learned while working there were quite valuable. I loved my team, and the clients we provided services for. My twice yearly reviews with the owner were always 10/10 with no recommendations for improvement. I was exceptional at my job in every way. I handled company operations, HR/payroll, customer service, marketing, employee management, schedules, employee and client training, and many other things at this company. I was also able to step in and do any of my teammates jobs if they were out sick or on vacation.

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Tried to throw me under the proverbial bus, ran herself over.

I was building an online training module at work that is intended to teach existing users how to work a new process. It has interactive elements, quizzes, segments to work through a few sample scenarios, etc. Now we’d recently got a new Associate Director who from what I can tell advanced through the company by throwing other people under the bus. She gets promoted not for her own merits, but because at the end of the day she has less mud sticking to her than other applicants. It’s uncanny to the point that there simply had to be more to it than stupid office politics. I’ll get to that in a bit.

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    • “I Guess it’s my business now,” A Tale in 5 Acts

    I’ve wanted to post this tale here for a long time, I’ve started the post many times, walking away from the computer and giving up each time.

    Note, that like many tales here many ‘trivial to the story’ details have been changed. What is important to note is that that the way my industry runs is essentially via monthly service contracts with clients. There are 3 major players in the story; myself [Egnards], Old Owner [Lets call him Steve], and New Owner [Lets call him Kyle].

    Act 1 - Do What you Love

    As an aimless teenager I started working for a small business owned by Steve. It turns out I really enjoyed what I did so slowly over time my life plans shifted to make sure I could continue to work for Steve for the long term - This included transferring to a local college, and because the business was predominantly run on 'part-time’ hours making sure that any other jobs I had never conflicted with the hours I was expected to work for Steve.

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    • Take my tips and pay me below minimum wage. See what happens!

    Apologize in advance for the walls of text, but this has layers.

    So this all happened years ago when I was still in college. I worked for a delivery joint. The company seemed super cool, because they provided vehicles instead of forcing you to beat down your own car. Huge perk right? Well in this case no. The owner of the company used this as justification to take a percentage of the drivers tips. Often this would result in an employee making below minimum wage. If you made below minimum wage, you would have to come and pick up your check in person and sign a document attesting that “you did make minimum wage, due to undocumented cash tips”. Or some such nonsense.

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    All she had to do was nothing

    TL;DR- I quit a job I otherwise adore to escape a toxic manager. Coworkers reorganized the chain of command to get me to stay. Manager ended up demoted.

    CONTEXT

    Names and some details changed for privacy, I’m on mobile, etc. My husband disagrees that this is pro-revenge, so please let me know if it should go elsewhere?

    Players- Me = me (NB31, but I’m AFAB at work) Manager = Lady Catherine (F60s) Managing partner = Bennet (M50s?) “My” partner = Gardner (M47) Partner I’m babysitting = Bingley (M44) My friend/coworker = Charlotte (F30s)

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    • Don’t mess with Sandra

    TLDR at bottom.

    This tale was told to me as a warning when I started on my first post-college job. I am relating it exactly as it was told to me. This occurred in the early ‘80s, so those of you who’ve grown up with the Internet may not understand how we did things in the olden days. There were no smart-phone apps to show Q-codes for airline tickets. They were paper. With red carbon mess. Reservations were done by phone. It was primitive by today’s standards.

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